“What if they don’t believe me?” she whispered. Evan gave a small, steady smile. “They’ll believe the founder whose signature never matches Damien’s forged documents. They’ll believe the version of the whistleblower report Damien edited at 3 a.m. from his home server. They’ll believe you because you’re telling the truth, and I can back you.”
Elena’s breath shook. She’d lived in survival mode so long she’d almost forgotten what standing up looked like. But Evan wasn’t pushing; he was offering her a platform she’d been denied. Slowly, she nodded. “All right.” The decision wasn’t triumphant. It was tired. But it was finally hers to make.