High Profile Strategies

Mika stumbles into the hotel room, her steps slow and deliberate. Her face is pale, her energy drained, but there's a faint, triumphant glint in her eyes that gives me a small glimpse of…hope.

Candy rushes to her side, pulling her toward the couch. 

"Mika, are you okay? What happened?"

She collapses onto the cushions, letting out a long, shaky breath. 

"I'm fine." 

She mutters, waving off the concern. 

"This always happens after I've been in close contact with someone like her. It's… draining."

Zayn crosses his arms, his face tight with worry. 

"Draining how? Did she do something to you?"

Mika shakes her head, a weak smile playing on her lips. 

"No. If anything, I did something to her." 

She pauses, glancing at each of us before continuing. 

"I let her think she got the upper hand. I gave her just enough to keep her intrigued, to make her think she's in control."

I sit beside her, my heart pounding.