It didn't happen all at once.
That would've been too merciful.
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It started with whispers in hallways.
Missed calls.
Unanswered emails.
Sudden "emergency meetings" no one wanted to attend.
Trust evaporates quietly.
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One executive blamed another.
A partner denied knowing anything.
A former ally leaked documents just to stay afloat.
They weren't fighting me anymore.
They were fighting survival.
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The group chat they once used to coordinate everything became a graveyard.
People left.
Messages deleted.
Silence replaced confidence.
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I watched from a distance.
No interference.
Just observation.
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One of them made the first public accusation.
Then another.
Then another.
Like dominoes tipped by fear.
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The media stopped using my name as the headline.
Now it was:
ELITES ACCUSE EACH OTHER IN EXPANDING SCANDAL
Exactly where I wanted them.
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Behind closed doors, deals collapsed.
Partnerships dissolved.
Lawsuits stacked like bodies.
Everyone wanted immunity.
No one wanted responsibility.
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A woman who once called me "overly sensitive" was recorded screaming in a parking lot.
A man who mocked my fall begged for a plea deal.
They were unrecognizable.
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My phone rang constantly.
Some offered apologies.
Some offered money.
Some offered silence.
I accepted none.
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You can't buy your way out of truth once it's loose.
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That night, I reviewed one last file.
The final proof.
The piece that connected everyone.
I'd been holding it back for a reason.
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Because collapse is sweeter when it's complete