In the boardroom, Julian demanded the full access keys to Project Chronos under the guise of a PR investigation. But my security logs proved he had already secretly granted bottom-level read permissions to his new driver, Isabelle, plotting to steal my seven years of AI development for his mistress. Instead of compromising, I threw my engagement ring onto the table. With a single keystroke, I revoked all cloud computing authorizations. I was pulling the plug on my own life's work and abandoning my entire relationship, fully prepared for Julian's immediate threats of contract lawsuits and industry blacklisting. Isabelle laughed as I left, boasting her pure intuition would win the critical Silverstone race. With extreme rain clouds gathering over the British circuit, I left them driving a blind, high-speed time bomb.