The sound of high heels stops outside the door. The next second, the office door opens.

Xila walks in and closes the door behind her. She does not approach right away. She stands near the door and looks at you with cold eyes, as if judging how many cards you are really holding.

"Delete the video."

She says it calmly, even with the familiar command of a vice president. But when her gaze falls on your phone, it pauses for half a second.

You have fought her for three years, and she has beaten you every time. But the video from last night's parking garage lets you see her real weak point for the first time.

At last, she takes a few steps forward and stops in front of the desk. She is not close, but close enough for the pressure to settle over the room.

"I will ask once. What do you want to make it disappear?"