“But he might try to force a manual override if he realizes you’re fighting back.”

“He will not have the chance,” I said.

I cleared a space in the middle of the dining table.

I took Clara’s printed code logs and placed them on the left.

I took Daniel’s offshore routing numbers and placed them on the right.

In the middle, I stacked my thirteen original patent files.

Aaron thought freezing my heavy platinum corporate credit card would make me give up.

He thought pushing me out of the building would silence me.