The superstar who forced me to take the fall for his hit-and-run was kneeling in my penthouse. Five years after Leo and Chloe paid five million dollars to send me to prison, they were pleading with the anonymous founder of a crisis management empire. They were completely unaware they were begging their scapegoat for survival. In my hand was the Candor Protocol hard drive they had surrendered. Pressing the button to expose them would instantly trigger my agency's self-destruct sequence, destroying my network. This irreversible choice meant my fabricated criminal record would be permanently cemented in official archives, impossible to wash clean. Leo wept, pushing a blank check to my feet. As my finger hovered over the enter key, he stared in terror, waiting to see who would survive the ashes.