Ethan
I arrived at the office early the following morning, before Priya, before most of the executive floor, and pulled every file related to my three weeks of deliberate sabotage against Ashford Enterprises, laying them across my desk with the same methodical care I usually reserved for building a case rather than dismantling one.
The overridden vendor contracts, the ones I'd reversed purely to demonstrate authority rather than out of genuine financial necessity. The marketing campaign I'd tabled for revision, costing Clara two weeks of work and the company a critical seasonal window. The staffing decisions I'd quietly undermined, the reporting structures I'd needlessly complicated, each one a small, deliberate cruelty I'd told myself was strategic necessity, when in truth it had been n
