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~Elara's POV
For a moment, I just stood there, looking at this small office, this man who risked everything because someone dangled hope like bait. A part of me understood desperation. Another part of me hated how often people used it as an excuse to hurt others.
"You start," I said, handing his phone back, "by preparing every record of your conversations with them. Every transfer. Every screenshot. I want everything."
He nodded, voice breaking. "I will. I swear it."
When Janae and I stepped out of the old man's company, the air outside felt heavy. It was like the world was still moving normally, but inside me, something had shifted. I was angry, and I was tired of pretending that I was not allowed to fight back. We walked to the car quietly, because sometimes silence speaks louder than anything else.
