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"I understand your concerns about controversy. But I'd ask you to consider what message you're sending. Are you telling local businesses that fighting back against predatory investorsmakes you controversial? That protecting your legacy means losing community support? That doing the right thing—even when it's hard, even when it generates publicity—makes you unreliable?"
The room was completely silent.
"Because if that's the message," I continued, my voice firm, "then you're telling every business owner on this island that they're on their own. That when corporations come targeting them, the community won't stand behind them if they dare to fight back."
Emily Russell spoke up. "Maya's right. We celebrated when she won that courtroom battle. We cheered when the fraud was exposed. We can't now punish her for the publicity that victory generated."
"She earned this contract through seven years of exceptional work," another council member, Margaret Torres, added. "Her credentials are impeccable. Her business track record speaks for itself. The fraud case doesn't change any of that."
Tom Fletcher looked around the table, reading the room. "Are there any other questions for Ms. Romano about her business qualifications specifically?"
Silence.
"Then I call for a vote. All in favor of awarding the signature culinary vendor contract to Honey & Hearth Bakery?"
I held my breath, watching hands go up around the table.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
Eight hands. A clear majority.
"The motion passes," Tom Fletcher announced. "Honey & Hearth Bakery is awarded the signature culinary vendor position for Sweetheart Week. Congratulations, Ms. Romano."
The tension I'd been holding for hours released all at once. I managed to maintain my professional composure long enoughto thank the council, gather my laptop, and walk out of the community center with dignity intact.
Then I made it to the parking lot, and Tessa grabbed me in a fierce hug.
"You destroyed them," she said, laughing. "That speech about fighting back and not apologizing? Chef's kiss. Absolutely perfect."
"I meant every word."
I called Ethan, and he picked up on the first ring.
“I won. The contract is mine."
"I never doubted it." His voice was warm with pride and relief. "You were always going to win. Your credentials, your work, your success—they speak for themselves."
"The council almost rejected me because of the controversy. Because of association with the fraud case." I leaned against Tessa's car, suddenly exhausted. "They were worried about publicity, about my bakery being tied to legal battles."
"But they voted for you anyway."
"Eight to four. Because when I explained what the fight was actually about—protecting local business from predation—they understood. Most of them, at least."
Ethan was quiet for a moment. "You stood up for me. In that presentation. You defended the choice to expose fraud."
"Of course I did. You did the right thing. I'm not going to let people treat that like it was wrong just because it generated publicity." I watched Tessa pretend not to listen while obviously listening to every word. "We're in this together, remember? You fought for me. I fight for you."
"I love you," he said simply.
"I love you too." The words came easier now, felt more natural. "The independent survey results come out tomorrow morning. Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." He paused. "Maya? Regardless of what the survey shows, regardless of how the ethics investigation plays out—thank you. For believing in me. For defending me. For making this fight feel worth it."
"It is worth it. You saved my bakery. You exposed fraud. You chose integrity over career." My voice caught slightly. "That's worth defending. You're worth defending."
After we hung up, Tessa drove me home, both of us processing the victory and what it meant.
Inside my cottage, I pulled out my phone to text my mother the news about the vendor contract. Then hesitated, remembering her comments about wasting my CIA degree, about being stuck on Lopez Island.
