The formal notice went out into the void, a digital shot fired in the dark. And then, for three days, the only response was a crushing, absolute silence.
The server fans roared on, indifferent. My bank account continued its slow, steady bleed. The world, it seemed, didn’t stop for a declaration of war. I had expected… something. A panicked call from Julian. A cease-and-desist from Chloe’s army of lawyers. A desperate attempt to negotiate.
Instead, I got nothing.
The lack of a response was, in its own way, more terrifying than an open counterattack. It spoke of a confidence so profound, so dismissive, that my legal threat was not even considered worthy of acknowledgment. They were a billion-dollar behemoth, and I was a woman in a garage. In their world, I no longer existed.
I tried to p
