“$3,000 an hour.”
The attorney, who had just returned, froze in the doorway.
Alejandro did not blink.
“Done.”
You almost smiled.
“Minimum twenty hours prepaid.”
“Done.”
“I choose the outside auditors.”
“Done.”
“I report directly to the board, not you.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
Then he said, “Done.”
“And at the end of thirty days, I walk away unless I decide otherwise.”
Alejandro studied you.
“You’re enjoying this.”
“No,” you said. “I’m pricing the damage.”
For the next thirty days, Lujan Entertainment became a controlled demolition.
Julian Price’s empire collapsed first.
The investigation found fake vendors, inflated invoices, stolen campaign credits, retaliatory performance edits, and private messages that were so arrogant you almost respected the stupidity.
Almost.
Lucia Vaughn fell next.
Her defense was that she “acted based on executive direction.”
Unfortunately for her, she had put enough in writing to prove she knew the evaluations were manipulated. She had not been a victim of Julian’s scheme. She had been an operator within it.
Then came finance.
Then legal.
Then artist relations.
One by one, the polished people who had smiled in meetings while stepping on exhausted employees began discovering that your calm voice in a conference room was much more dangerous than anger.
You worked from home most days.
At your own hours.
With prepaid invoices.
Every time someone tried to schedule a 7 a.m. call, you declined.
Every time someone marked an email urgent that was not legally or financially urgent, you replied with, Please use accurate priority labels.
Nina watched you rebuild corporate accountability from your kitchen table while eating cereal from a mug.
“You know,” she said one afternoon, “this is the most terrifying version of you.”
“I’m being polite.”
“Exactly.”
The public apology came on day twelve.
Alejandro stood in front of cameras outside Lujan headquarters and said your name clearly.
“Sofia Salazar’s salary was reduced based on falsified performance data. She was retaliated against for raising compliance concerns. Lujan Entertainment Group failed her and other employees. We are correcting those failures publicly, financially, and structurally.”
You watched from your couch.
You expected satisfaction.
Instead, you cried again.
Quietly this time.
Because an apology does not erase humiliation.
It only confirms that you were not crazy.
