For the Deposition
They mistake our endurance for compliance. But I’m here to tell you a fundamental truth.”
I paused, letting the silence hang—not a silence of fear, but of anticipation.
“The moment they look at you and conclude that you have nothing left,” I said softly, “is precisely the moment you introduce them to what you truly own.”
For the first time in years, the room erupted. And the applause didn’t sound like polite high-society validation.
It sounded like freedom.
THE END.