Jonathan's POV
Harmon Mansion—few moments later
I left the room without drinking the wine she brought up to my room.
I had noticed her nervousness ever since I came down.
I had already picked up my keys the moment she walked in, so I just left her standing there and left.
Federal Office - John's office
"Check this out for me," I said as I walked in.
One of the boys walked over and took the small bottle I was holding.
"What's that?" John asked as the boy took the bottle.
"I think she spiked my wine."
"Dinner, wine…that's Imelda up to something, and not good."
"I don't want to accuse her based on her behavior."
"If I get some evidence, then I will," I said, pointing to the glass.
"John, the results are out." The boy said as he came back holding a paper.
"I don't know how she got this," the boy said.
"This makes the person go high, and unless you do it, there's no antidote for this."
"And the dose she used, refuse…can kill you."
