I sat down with the rest of the jury, my mind still spinning.
Evelyn had let me go.
There was no logical reason for that.
I had seen my skills on the evaluation screen. My entire Construction Worker profile was gone, replaced by my Lawyer job. There was no way that was normal.
And yet—
Evelyn had acted as if nothing was wrong.
I kept my expression neutral, my hands folded in front of me as I sat among the other jurors. But inside, my thoughts were racing.
Was she on my side?
No. That didn't make sense.
Evelyn was a professional, the kind of evaluator who followed protocol with absolute precision. If she had found a discrepancy, she would have pointed it out. She wouldn't just ignore it.
So was it pure luck?
I doubted it.
Evelyn didn't make mistakes.
Which meant—
An order from above?
That possibility was even more unsettling.
Someone with enough influence to override an evaluator's judgment had given an unspoken order to let me pass.
But who?
And why?
