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Spinning every misstep into a narrative ofincompetence.
But then there’s the worst part.
The part that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand upright.
Tidball’s been spreading rumors aboutme.
Not just corporate gossip.
Not just rumors about a Reaper in the boardrooms where he doesn’t belong.
No.
He’s linkingmeto the breaches.
He’s painting me as the dangerous influence.
The saboteur.
The threat.
He’s turned my presence — something I offered to protect her — into supposed liability.
That’s not clever.
That’s cowardly.
And damn does it make my blood pressure spike.
Not the burning rage of violence.
Not the impulsive fury of a bruised beast.
But thecalm clarityof a man who sees the threat and knows exactly where to cut first.
And Ialmostact on it.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, eyes closed, feeling the carousel of thoughts spinning — thinking about Yara’s delicate balance, about how fragile she feels under pressure, about how easily this man twists narratives to his benefit.
I want to destroy him.
I want to end him.
I want to watch the light leave his eyes.
But I don’t.
Not yet.
Because she wouldn’t forgive that.
She would never survive the truth that it wasmein her company that snapped.
Not that way.
Not that deeply.
So instead I turn to my console.
