Small voice.
Shaking.
“She made me work seventy-three hours one week and changed my records after.”
Another employee spoke.
“She threatened my promotion if I reported payroll.”
Then another.
“And she fired Daniel after he complained about unpaid overtime.”
One by one, people started talking.
Years of fear cracking open all at once.
Briana looked around wildly.
“No, no, you’re all twisting things—”
Then the elevator doors opened.
Five people stepped out.
Corporate legal.
Two board members.
And behind them—
Federal labor investigators.
The entire floor exploded into whispers.
Briana staggered backward.
“You called the government?”
Nora folded her hands calmly.
“No,” she said.
“Your employees did.”
One of the investigators approached Briana directly.
“Ms. Moss, we’ll need access to your office immediately.”
Her face collapsed.
Not anger now.
Terror.
Real terror.
Because narcissists survive embarrassment.
But evidence?
Evidence is different.
Briana spun toward Nora desperately.
“You planned this.”
Nora’s eyes never left hers.
“No,” she replied.
“You did.”
The investigator reached for Briana’s access badge.
Ironically—
