Zara sat in the front seat of Zavier's car, her head resting against the window as the city blurred past. Her thoughts spiraled with every turn of the road, while Zavier continued to talk beside her.
"Are you sure someone didn't take your laptop and send the designs?" he asked again.
"No," Zara replied, her voice flat with exhaustion. "I never go anywhere without my laptop."
Zavier rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Then maybe someone has access to it? Or did you ever submit a hard copy to anyone?"
"No," she snapped. "That's why it's called a laptop, not a desktop. I don't give it to anyone."
The sharpness in her voice lingered in the air. Zavier glanced at her, then reached out and gently brushed her hair back.
"Don't worry," he said softly. "I know how hard you worked for this. I won't let all that effort go to waste."
