Unveiling the Truth

"That woman is not getting away with this!" Blair slammed her coffee mug onto the table, a few droplets of the lukewarm brew sloshing over the rim. She didn't even flinch, her focus laser-sharp on Claudia, her eyes burning with an intensity that could melt steel.

Claudia, her brow furrowed in thought, leaned back in her chair, the rhythmic tapping of her manicured nails against the table the only sound in their otherwise silent corner of the diner. "Alright, Sherlock, walk me through it again. What exactly did you see at the bar?"

Blair recounted the events of the previous night, her voice laced with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. She described Meilin's entrance, the way Victor had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame, the intoxicating scent that had seemed to cling to her like a second skin, and the way Victor had completely ignored Blair's heartfelt performance, his eyes glazed over with a dazed fascination.