The sting of Oscar's statements from the Halloween party remained, a dull throb beneath Josy's common composure. His condescending tone, the arrogant means he 'd dismissed her and those she cared about, had actually caught her unsuspecting after that, leaving her simmering with a peaceful irritation. Today, seeing him secluded, lost in his screen away from the crowd, an unexpected chance sparked within her. Without the shelter of an audience, his mask slipped, revealing vulnerability she rarely saw. Her gaze ignited with playful cunning. She refused to stoop to petty name-calling, but knew clever games could unravel the carefully constructed ego he wore. Unbeknownst to her, this moment was what she’d been waiting for all along, and a slow, knowing smile crept up as she imagined how sweet it would feel to bring him low.

It wasn’t just about revenge; it was about the thrill of turning tables, of watching the mighty fall just a little. Surrounded by silent shelves and dusty books, the quiet made the brewing storm between them even sharper. Josy moved closer, careful to keep a distance that teased rather than confronted, lips curling with barely contained amusement.

This game had just begun, and both knew only one would walk away unchanged. Would he realize the trap he’d walked into before it was too late?. The moment pulsed with raw potential: join Josy as she unravels the pieces of a man who thought himself untouchable.