The call came down just after sunset.
Matt, who had spent most of the day brooding by the pool, was summoned to the cabana. He barely acknowledged the others as he passed them—though he couldn't help shooting a glance toward Emma and Alicia, who now sat side by side on a swing bench, laughing quietly together.
Yuna watched him go with narrowed eyes. "Why him now?"
Darius, who was seated beside her, arms crossed, didn't look away. "Because they want conflict. They're hoping he'll say something explosive."
Avery muttered, "They want a fracture."
Inside the cabana, the air was colder. Deliberately so. The lighting overhead was harsher, more clinical. The chair across from Matt remained empty, the camera blinking alone.
Then the screen came to life.
"SESSION INITIATED. RESPONSE REQUIRED."
First question:
"Do you believe you've been treated unfairly in the villa dynamic?"
Matt scoffed. "Obviously. You shoved me to the side while letting Darius build a harem."
