The second file appeared: source code comparisons, commit logs, deleted authorship markers, and cryptographic signatures proving that MercerGate’s foundation had been copied from my protected architecture.
The third file showed messages between Blaine and his partners discussing how to remove my name from early documentation and bury the original development trail beneath a consulting shell.
Blaine lunged toward me.
“You set me up!”
Two private security staff stepped between us before he reached my chair.
I looked at him through the space between their shoulders.
“No, Blaine. I built the system. You stole it, monetized it, and brought it into a room full of witnesses.”
His face twisted.
“Shut it down.”
