Game over.
And I know that I have the skill, the timing, and the patience to make every one of those moments count.
I lean back against the sofa, glass in hand, and let the silence settle around me, a silence heavy with intention. Tonight, I allow myself one quiet thought: I may have been humiliated, I may have been dismissed, but this is far from over. The city has ears, the world has eyes, and I am not a woman who waits passively for life to write her story. I will write it myself.