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Chapter 4 - Going PublicNaomi’s loft looked like a war room. Whiteboards were covered in a complex web of military supply chain routes, financial wire transfers, shell companies, and news clippings linking the Waverly family to defense contracts worth over two hundred million dollars.

When I slammed the heavy wooden doors of her loft and dropped the hospital ledger onto her desk, Naomi took one look at my adrenaline-fueled expression and knew everything had changed.

She opened the ledger, read the medical addendum, and let out a low whistle. "Well, damn. You aren't just fighting a corrupt military cover-up anymore, Claire. You have direct proof of systematic fraud, illegal child acquisition, and corporate identity manipulation. This destroys the entire legal foundation of the Waverly trust."

"My mother and father sent security after me tonight," I said, pacing across the polished concrete floor, my chest still heaving. "They know I have the proof. They aren't going to try to silence me quietly anymore. We have to strike back before they bury us."

Naomi pulled her laptop closer, her fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard at lightning speed. "We don't just strike back. We detonate. Mara Voss has already decrypted the rest of Elias Ward’s helmet-cam footage. It shows Austin directly giving the order to abandon Elias behind enemy lines not because of tactical necessity, but to cover up a multimillion-dollar weapons black-market deal he was running with local insurgent leaders."

I stopped pacing. The pieces of the puzzle clicked together with terrifying clarity. "That’s why Elias was killed. He found out about the arms trafficking, threatened to report it up the chain of command, and Austin orchestrated his abandonment during the skirmish."

"Exactly," Naomi said, hitting a final key combination. "And now, we pair Elias's footage with your adoption records, the financial embezzlement trails we uncovered yesterday, and a public live-stream manifesto. We drop it all simultaneously across every major independent news network and social media platform at 6:00 A.M. sharp."

"What about my father's legal team?" I asked. "They have federal judges in their pocket."

"Federal judges can't protect anyone when a live broadcast reaches ten million people before the injunction can even be filed," Naomi replied with a fierce, confident grin. "By sunrise, the Department of Defense won't just suspend Austin—they'll dishonorably discharge him and place him under immediate military arrest. And your father's empire will crumble under a federal RICO investigation."

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I looked down at my bruised hands, remembering the blood on the St. James ballroom floor. The little girl who had spent a lifetime trying to earn the love of people incapable of feeling it was finally gone. In her place stood someone far more dangerous: a survivor with nothing left to lose.

"Let's do it," I said.

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