“No,” I corrected him, my voice as cold as the ocean floor.

“Everything I survived, I survived despite you.”

Arthur’s panicked eyes darted frantically around the room.

He looked at the federal agents.

He looked at the grim faces of the naval officers.

He looked at his billionaire donors and political allies, all of whom were now subtly inching away from him as if his corruption were a highly contagious pathogen.

“You actually think you can destroy me?” he sneered, puffing out his chest in a final, desperate display of dominance.