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Part 3: The Clause Wakes Up
At 12:17 a.m., I called Miriam.
She answered on the fourth ring, her voice thick with sleep but instantly alert when she heard mine.
“Beatrice?”
“I need you.”
“What happened?”
I tried to stay calm, but when I said, “Natalie hit me,” my voice cracked.
Miriam did not waste time.
“Are you injured?”
“My lip is split. My glasses broke. There were witnesses.”
“Photograph everything. Do not wash the blouse. Do not clean any blood. Do not respond to Natalie except to say you need space.”
“She announced she was taking over the company.”
“Did you authorize that?”
“No.”
“Did the board?”
“No.”
“Did she attempt transfers?”
“Yes. Adrian caught it.”
A pause.
Then Miriam’s voice turned cold.
“The contingency clause may now be active.”