My fingers hover over the keyboard, the cursor blinking beside the ‘SEND’ button. One click. That’s all it takes to release the encrypted files—the emails, the recordings, the truth about Carol’s backroom deals and David’s blind betrayal. The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the server fan under my desk. Outside, the city pulses with lights that mirror stock tickers racing across Bloomberg terminals. I remember our wedding night—David whispering promises, me calculating merger synergies in my head. I loved him. Stupidly. Secretly. Wrongly.

A notification flashes: Carol just acquired 7% of NovaCore. My company. Our company. She thinks it’s hers now. She thinks I’m gone.

But I never leave the board before the endgame.

The phone rings. Unknown number. Could be James with new evidence. Could be David, finally waking up. Could be security—someone might already know what I’m about to do.

I don’t answer. I stare at the three options on screen:

Release the dossier anonymously.

Call David and demand a meeting.

Short-sell Carol’s holdings before dawn.