Ella's POV:
As I sat there, waiting for the suspect of the hour to make his grand entrance, he finally did. Jason strolled into the room with that same confident swagger, but something was off. I half-expected to see his signature smirk—the one he'd throw my way whenever he was about to pull something reckless or had already done it. That look that said, *I'm up to no good and you'll have to deal with it*. But it didn't come. Not today.
