The camera light was hot, it was Blinding.

But I didn't blink, not even once.

I sat with my back straight, fingers lightly interlocked on my lap. Across from me, the host-a tall, composed woman named Vivien Gray-smiled with professional calm. We'd never met before this moment. But I could already tell she was sharp, fair, and didn't intend to give me an easy pass.

I didn't want one.

"Welcome," she said, voice clear as glass. "Tonight, we have Naomi Montego-Darlington joining us in her ...