The confrontation happens publicly.
Not impulsively.
Controlled.
Documented.
There’s a room for it, chosen with care. Neutral ground. No one’s territory, no one’s advantage. Enough people present that nothing can be reframed later as hearsay or misinterpretation, but not so many that it turns into theater. Every seat is occupied with intention. Every device recording. Every line of sight clear. Transparency, engineered without spectacle.
I arrive on time.
Not early.
Not late.
I don’t pace outside the door. I don’t rehearse what I’m going to say. I walk in when the clock clicks over, take my place without ceremony, and set my hands on the table. The surface is smooth under my palms, cool and steady. Grounding. Familiar. The kind of physical detail that keeps you in your body when th
