#Chapter 285: Murder Sensation

The office buzzed with an electric tension that seemed to follow me as I made my way to my desk. My colleagues, typically engrossed in their own tasks, glanced up at my arrival, their expressions tense. "Evie, have you seen the news?" one of them asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I forced a tight-lipped smile, feigning ignorance. "I've been a bit out of touch. Just catching up now." But the whispers persisted. My phone buzzed incessantly with notifications, and I could feel the weight of the stares fixed upon me. They all knew about my interview with Bette. They all knew about Timothy. I attempted to bury myself in my work, focusing on legal briefs and case files spread across my desk. Yet, the questions from my colleagues pierced through my concentration like arrows. "Evie, what made you do the interview?" "Did you know Timothy was going to be arrested?" "How are you involved in all of this?" Each inquiry felt like a dagger aimed at my heart. I knew I had to maintain my