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Not if safety meant being near her without becoming another weapon pointed at her back.
"You are afraid," Vanessa said.
He almost smiled at that, though it would have looked ugly. "Of you?"
"Of hurting her." Vanessa's certainty was quiet and venomous. "That is why this will work."
For a moment, the silence between them filled with all the things Sebastian hated because they were true.
He did not fear Vanessa's morals. She had none left that could surprise him.
He did not fear scandal for himself in the ordinary way.
Hood Enterprises had survived bloodier markets than public outrage.
But Dorothy had already been dragged through enough lies, enough stolen privacy, enough men's pasts arriving at her feet like debts she never incurred.
If Vanessa released Redvale now, Dorothy would stand beside him because that was what Dorothy did once she chose not to abandon someone to a lie.
And Sebastian did not know if the Redvale file was entirely a lie.
That was the part that made his throat close.
He knew he had not caused that worker's death.
He knew he had not approved a pre-incident cover-up.
He knew his father had hidden things from him.
But he also knew he had signed documents after Redvale without reading every buried attachment, trusting men who used his youth, his arrogance, and his family name as a shield.
He knew his company had blood somewhere in its foundation, even if he had spent years rebuilding it into something cleaner.
Vanessa did not need him guilty of everything. She needed him guilty of enough.
"Stay away from Dorothy," Vanessa said. "Or I release the file."
Sebastian's voice came low. "If you threaten her again, I will ruin you."
"You keep saying things like that." She sighed. "But I am already ruined. That is why you should be more afraid."
The line went dead.
Sebastian remained standing with the phone to his ear long after the call ended.
Then he lowered it slowly.
On his desk, the Redvale file waited.
His reflection looked back from the glass, the city behind him, the past beneath him, Dorothy somewhere across town asking if he was safe.
Sebastian opened her message.
For a long moment, his thumb hovered over the reply field.
He wrote: No.
Deleted it.
Wrote: Vanessa has something. I need to tell you.
Deleted that too.
Because if he told Dorothy, she would not let him step away.
Not because she needed protection, but because she would refuse to be manipulated.
She would stand with him. She would look at the file, ask for the truth, bring Hale, Victor, Trevor if necessary, and turn herself once again into the center of a war someone else had started.
He had accused her of using him as shelter while she decided whether the storm was over.
Now he was considering leaving her in the storm without explanation.
The hypocrisy made him shut his eyes.
But Vanessa's threat had chosen its battlefield well.
If Sebastian stayed near Dorothy, Hood Enterprises could become the next scandal tied to her name.
The foundation's medical privacy work could be tainted by an old medical safety cover-up.
Investors could pull. Hospitals could hesitate.
Patients could become headlines. Dorothy could be accused, again, of choosing alliance over ethics, revenge over integrity, men over principle.
Sebastian could survive being hated.
He was less certain he could survive becoming the reason Dorothy was dragged through another ruin.
He picked up the phone and typed one line.
He stared at it.
It was not a lie in the simplest sense.
It was a lie in every way that mattered.
He sent it.
At the Perry estate, Dorothy read Sebastian's reply at 12:17 a.m.
She had been sitting by the bedroom window in a robe, hair loosened, tea cold beside her, phone in her hand despite every attempt to place it elsewhere. The message arrived with a small vibration that made her heart lift before she could pretend otherwise.
Dorothy read it once.
Then again.
Something about it felt wrong.
Not the content. The content was ordinary enough, restrained enough, very Sebastian in its refusal to dramatize what everyone already knew had been a brutal day.
But the rhythm was wrong. No dry comment.
No small barb. No acknowledgment of the apology left unfinished between them.
No mention of Vanessa's ambush except the bland weight of long day.
He sounded safe in the way people sounded when they wanted a door closed without slamming it.
Dorothy typed: Are you angry?
She did not send it.
She deleted it.
Typed: I still need to apologize properly.
Deleted that too.
Typed: Please don't disappear from me.
Her thumb trembled.
She deleted it before fear could see itself written so plainly.
In the end, she sent nothing.
The next morning, Sebastian did not call.
Hale called first with legal updates. Vanessa had gone quiet after the staged photo collapsed, which Hale described as "more alarming than restful."
Raymond Group had moved to suspend Adrian Vale formally and subpoena internal communications connected to credential misuse.
Hood Enterprises had released the full footage, and the edited photo was already being removed from several major accounts under legal pressure.
Everything moved.
Sebastian did not.
At ten, Dorothy attended a foundation call. Sebastian's seat on the video conference was filled by Marianne Cho.
Dorothy looked at the square where Sebastian's name should have been and felt a coldness spread through her.
"Mr. Hood is in board consultations this morning," Marianne said smoothly. "I am authorized to proceed on his behalf."
Victor's eyes moved toward Dorothy.
Hale's did too.
Dorothy kept her expression still. "Of course."
At noon, the revised charity hospital visit was canceled.
Not postponed.
Canceled.
The notice came through staff channels: Hood Enterprises will not participate in joint public-facing events with Perry Foundation pending stabilization of recent media narratives.
Dorothy read the sentence three times.
Pending stabilization.
Recent media narratives.
Words that meant nothing and everything.
She called Sebastian.
It rang six times before going to voicemail.
She did not leave a message.
At two, he sent a formal email to Hale, Victor, Marianne, and Dorothy.
Miss Perry.
Dorothy stared at the words until they blurred.
Miss Perry.
Not Dorothy.
Not even in a private email.
The title sat on the page colder than any unanswered call.
Victor entered her office without knocking, took one look at her face, and reached for the printed email.
His expression darkened as he read. "What did Hood do?"
Dorothy took the paper back before he could crumple it. "He distanced himself."
"Without explanation?"
She looked at the email.
There was explanation, technically. Strategic, reasonable, polished explanation. The kind of explanation that gave everyone something to file and nothing to hold.
"Yes," she said quietly. "Without explanation."
Victor's mouth tightened. "I will call him."
"No."
"Dorothy."
"No," she repeated, sharper now. "If he is pulling away because I hurt him, then I do not get to send my grandfather after him like a debt collector."
Victor's face softened, though anger remained beneath it. "And if this is not only about hurt?"
Dorothy looked at him.
The question entered a place she had not yet allowed herself to open.
Sebastian had been angry. He had reason to pull back. He had told her he needed emotional distance. He had canceled their appearance. He had been wounded by her doubt. All of that was true.
But this felt different.
Too sudden.
Too clean.
Too formal.
Like someone cutting fabric along a line already measured by another hand.
Vanessa's vow returned.
Dorothy stood slowly.
Victor watched her.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
Dorothy looked down at the email again, at the careful language, the professional distance, the title that erased every fragile thing they had begun to build.
"I am thinking Vanessa did not go quiet because she stopped."
Victor's expression hardened.
Before he could answer, Hale entered the office, phone in hand, his face grim.
"I just received confirmation from Hood's counsel," he said. "Sebastian has withdrawn from all shared public appearances indefinitely."
Dorothy's fingers tightened around the email.
Hale looked at her carefully. "No personal reason was provided."
Dorothy read the final line again.