Calling For Backup
My hand trembled as I picked up the phone and dialed Eva’s number. “We need to talk,” I said, keeping my tone light enough to avoid arousing suspicion. We arranged to meet for lunch, the anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity. Armed with this new discovery, I felt a surge of both anger and determination. There was no turning back—I was ready to confront them with what I had uncovered.
Calling For Backup
Resolve Strengthened
“They forged my signature!” I exclaimed, thrusting the document onto the table before Eva. Her eyes widened in shock as she studied it, the weight of my accusation sinking in. Anger simmered beneath my voice, fueling every word. “We’ll make this right,” she said, her tone calm but resolute. Her steady assurance bolstered my resolve, a quiet strength anchoring my determination. There was no turning back now. Armed with evidence and unwavering purpose, I would fight to reclaim what was rightfully mine.
Resolve Strengthened
