When Jazmine Harrison called him "President Crowne," a long silence fell over the room. A silence so heavy, it seemed as though time itself had stopped. They both stared at each other—a lion and a tigress, locked in an unrelenting battle of wills.
Neither of them blinked. Neither of them backed down.
In the end, it was Sebastian Crowne who broke the standoff with a quiet chuckle, striding over to the bar to pour himself a glass of champagne. He took his time, pouring a second glass before walking toward Jazmine.
"How long have you known?" he asked, offering her the drink.
Jazmine accepted the glass with a poised grace. "Actually, I've been suspicious ever since I heard your voice on the phone," she admitted, swirling the champagne lightly. "I would have been a fool not to put the pieces together by now."
Sebastian smirked. "But what exactly gave me away? I'm very interested to know."
