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was already decided.
“Sign these,” he said.
I opened it slowly—fake medical reports, forged approvals, documents transferring control of my shares.
“Temporary authority,” he added. “For your recovery.”
I looked up at him.
“No.”
The room went silent.
“You have no money without me, no power, no allies,” he snapped.
I smiled for the first time since waking.
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