My gaze locked onto his. "Go ahead. Attempted assault, destruction of property, disturbing the peace. That's enough to keep you in a detention cell for a nice long vacation."
His arm froze mid-swing.
"And you." I turned to the livestreamer. "Filming in a faculty office without permission. Privacy infringement. Believe me, I can have security here in two minutes to escort you out."
The color drained from her face.
Sensing the momentum shift, Georgia wept harder. "Ms. Matthews, how can you be so cruel? I only came to you because I had no way out. If Mr. Sawyer would just take responsibility, I wouldn't be here…"
"Take responsibility?" I rose, smoothing my skirt. "For what? For something he never did?"
I rounded the desk, closing the distance until barely a foot separated us.
"Georgia. Look me in the eye and tell me the truth." My voice was quiet now. Dangerous. "Is the child in your belly really Dominic Sawyer's?"
Her gaze flickered—just for a heartbeat—before hardening. "Of course it is!"
"Is that so?"
A smile curved my lips. Slow. Razor-edged.
"Then tell me: that night, what color underwear was Dominic wearing?"
The office fell into dead silence.
Even the scrolling comments seemed to freeze.