Two weeks later, the story explodes. Corporate monitoring flags it. Someone mentions Maya’s name matching the fictional secretary. Victor calls me, syrupy and threatening. “Is this about us?”
“Do you think it sounds like you?” I ask.
The next chapter mirrors his real PR tactics perfectly. Victor panics. He gets sloppy.
Maya comes to me privately, frightened. Victor has made her sign documents she doesn’t understand. Expense reimbursements. Consulting contracts. She brings a flash drive. Inside: proof. Messages instructing PR to paint me as unstable. Dana moves fast.
Victor files for emergency custody, calling me dangerous. Dana dismantles him in court with evidence, not emotion. The judge sees the pattern.
Victor corners me afterward, furious. “You’re ruining me.”
“You did that yourself,” I say. “I just wrote it down.”
The final chapter drops the morning of Victor’s company keynote. Alongside it: a whistleblower complaint. Regulators are already involved. During the speech, his stock collapses in real time. The board removes him mid-event. Cameras capture the moment he loses control of the story forever.