“I’m not Elias,” he said evenly. “I’m Gabriel. And I’m done being controlled.”
I stepped forward, holding the envelope—medical records, documentation, everything we needed.
“We know about the falsified identification,” I said. “The isolation. The threats.”
Her phone buzzed in her hand.
“BOARD EMERGENCY SESSION — TODAY.”
For the first time, her composure cracked.
“You’ll regret this,” she said.
“No,” I replied steadily. “You will.”
Outside, Gabriel exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for thirty years.
“I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“You shouldn’t have had to,” I said.
Janet smiled. “Come on. Let’s go bring her empire down a notch.”
