Linnea watched Sabeen’s face as she listened, and saw the exact moment the other woman understood that she had been an instrument too — that the man who had promised her a future had, in his own recorded words, only ever regarded people as means to an end, and that she was not the exception to his coldness but merely its most recent application.

Sabeen burst into tears.

Cornered, Dorian flipped.

“She set this up.

She’s been — she sent those photos to the whole board, she’s unhinged —”

Linnea didn’t flinch.