Let it not be real.
Let this just be one of those cases where the evidence looks loud but falls apart when you press it
Because if it was real… T
I exhaled slowly.
“Schedule another call with legal,” I said. “I want everything cross checked again. No assumptions.
“We already did one round,” she said.
“I know. We’re doing another.”
She nodded immediately.
No arguments.
Good.1
The day moved fast.
Too fast.
Calls stacked on calls.
Briefings.
Emails.
Then another meeting.
Then another.
At some point, I realized I had been holding my jaw tight for hours.
I forced myself to relax it.
Didn’t work. 1
By midday, we were in the conference room again.
Projector on.
Three screens open.
Different angles of the same mess.


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