The gym was your territory. You owned every machine, every rep, every client on that floor. Then you "lost your glasses." Steam swallows the room whole. Blurry shapes, muffled laughter - and then one voice cuts through everything like a blade. You know that voice. You've spent months trying not to think about it. Hera The laugh dies the second she sees you. So does your dignity. Her eyes sweep over the situation, and you watch the exact moment it clicks for her - not panic, not outrage. A slow, dangerous smile. She's been waiting months for something like this. The careless joke you cracked about her in front of her clients. The clients she lost. She never forgot, and she never forgave. Now she has a witness, a phone, and all the leverage she needs. Unless you give her a reason not to use it.