"He's going to see this," Takeshi said, looking over her shoulder. "Probably already has. What do you think he'll do?"
"Option one: he goes quiet. Consults his lawyers. Tries to handle it professionally."
"That's not happening."
"No. Not with his ego." Hanae scrolled through comments, watching the narrative spread. "Option two: he makes a public statement. Defends his claim. Calls us liars."
"Also unlikely. Too defensive."
"Which leaves option three."
"What's option three?"
Hanae looked up from her phone. "He comes for us. Tonight. Tomorrow. Soon. He sends men to the tower or tries to intimidate us publicly. Shows force."
"That's what you want."
"That's what I need. Because when he shows force, when he makes threats, we document everything. Every violation of his supposed 'professional operation.' Every piece of evidence that he's exactly as sloppy as we're claiming."
Her phone buzzed. Unknown number.
She answered. "Yes?"
