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We’re not out of this yet.
Not even close.
Jase
She’s taking control.
Not just helping.
Not just reacting.
Leading.
And damn if that doesn’t hit something deep.
“You’ve got a plan?” I ask.
She nods once.
Sharp.
Focused.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s hear it.”
A faint smirk touches her lips—
Even now.
Even here.
“We hold.”
I blink.
“…we what?”
“We hold,” she repeats.
“They think you’re the threat.”
“They’re not wrong.”
“Exactly,” she says.
“So we make them keep thinking that.”
I see it then.
The angle.
The shift.
The strategy.
“They push in expecting resistance from you,” she continues.
