The escalation came disguised as opportunity. By morning, the missing reports had reappeared, reframed, sanitized, stripped of the conclusions that mattered. In their place were invitations to committees I hadn’t requested, roles with impressive names and carefully limited authority. Marcus was offering elevation without influence. A gilded cage. Lucian read the proposal in silence, jaw tightening with each page. “He’s trying to redirect you,” he said finally. “Make you visible but contained.” “Visibility without power is a warning,” I replied. “Not a gift.” Still, the offer couldn’t be refused outright. Not yet. Declining too openly would confirm what he was already testing that I wasn’t interested in playing within his structure. So I accepted. Publicly. Privately, I prepared. The committee chamber was crowded in a way it hadn’t been before. Observers lining the walls. Recorders active. Too many eyes, too much attention. Marcus sat at the head, composed, confident, every inch the ar
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