I was already standing when he started.Not sitting. Not invited to sit.Standing in front of his desk like I was being judged.My father sat back in his chair, calm in a way that made my skin itch. His phone lay on the desk between us, screen facing up. I did not have to look closely to know what was on it. I had watched that video enough times already.“Nova Coldwell.”My full name.He only used it when he was angry.I lifted my chin. “Yes.”He picked up the phone and tapped the screen once. The video played. Me leaving the restaurant. The captions. The fake voice. The mocking tone. He let it run for a few seconds before stopping it again.“This has been making rounds,” he said.I crossed my arms. “I did not post it.”“That is not the point.”I felt something tighten in my chest. “Then what is the point?”He leaned forward slightly. “People have seen it.”My stomach dropped. “People?”“My professional circle,” he said. “Colleagues. Partners. Individuals whose opinions matter.”I lau
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