Naomi’s POV
Three days have passed.
Seventy-two hours since Samuel Knox handed me a lifeline dressed as leverage.
I hadn’t called him, and I hadn’t burned the folder either.
But I have done something worse—something no one expected of me.
I used it to build a stage.
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On Thursday morning, I called an emergency strategy session at The Haven.
Raymond, Leona, Beatrice, Kendra, and even Rachel sat around the conference table. Not one of them knew exactly what I had planned, but they showed up anyway.
I stood at the head of the table, holding the thick folder.
“I’m not keeping this secret,” I said.
Rachel’s brow furrowed, “Are you giving it to the press?”
“No,” I said. I’m giving it to the people.”
Beatrice leaned forward. “How?”
“We’re hosting a public summit at The Haven.
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