Elena's POV
Sebastian closed his laptop slowly. "Elena."
I met his eyes.
"We'll fight this," he said. "Not just the document. All of it. Derick. The imposter. Damian. Every lie. Every threat."
There was something about the way he said it—certain, grounded—that made something settle in my chest. Not peace, exactly, but something close.
I exhaled. "I just want the truth. All of it."
"And you'll get it." He stood and walked around the table, stopping in front of me. "Even if we have to drag it into the light, piece by piece."
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
Because this time, I wasn't just fighting for the company.
I was fighting for myself.
Sebastian's hand brushed my shoulder gently before he stepped back. "Try to get some rest," he said. "You look like you haven't slept in days."
"I haven't," I muttered, offering a tired smile. "Sleep doesn't come easy when your life feels like a puzzle someone keeps rearranging."
