Irina's POV
"What garbage are you spouting, you little witch?" Cain's temper flared, his expression contorting with fury. "I work in public security. How dare you address me that way?"
"Really?" I arched an eyebrow, letting a mocking smile play across my lips. "Then show me your badge and your enforcement authorization."
Cain appeared dumbfounded, stuttering without managing a coherent response. He thought, 'Why won't she fall for this act?
'Most people get so scared by my uniform.
How could they even think to demand my ID? This one's trouble.'
"Sorry, but I can't display my credentials randomly," Cain declared with fake authority. "Bottom line, someone filed a complaint. You need to cooperate and come with me."
"Quite the actor, aren't you?" I cocked my head and let out a soft laugh. "So tell me, what damage has this so-called fraudulent streaming actually caused? Who exactly got hurt?"
