Clara allowed herself the smallest smile. “Of course I’ve wondered. I’m human.”
“Then why not take it?” he demanded, frustration breaking through. “No one would have known.”
She paused. Then said calmly, “You would have.” He stared at her. “Because you wanted to,” she continued softly. “You were watching.”
Arthur’s expression shifted. “How long have you known about the camera?” he asked.
“Since it was installed.” Victor looked between them, stunned.
Arthur exhaled sharply. “You’re observant.”
“It’s part of my job.” Arthur walked slowly back to his desk. “Tell me something, Clara. Why stay here all these years? Loyalty? Fear? Lack of options?”
She hesitated, as if weighing whether the truth was worth revealing. “Choice,” she said finally. He laughed shortly. “Choice?” “Yes,” she replied. “I chose stability over prestige.”
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