“I will issue a denial within five minutes of it going live,” I said.

“If you do that,” she said, her voice deadly quiet.

“If you do that, Sarah, we will make sure every major donor to Solar Reach knows exactly what kind of daughter you are.”

“Is that a threat?” I asked.

“It is a promise,” she said.

The door behind me opened.

Priya stood in the doorway, her face pale, holding a tablet.

“Dr. Mitchell,” Priya said, her voice trembling. “You need to see this.”

Priya stepped into the small holding room, her fingers trembling against the edge of the screen.

I reached out and took the tablet from her hand.

The screen glowed in the dim light of the alcove.

It was a draft from a prominent Silicon Valley newsletter, scheduled to go live in less than an hour.

The headline read: *Mitchell Family Unites: Solar Reach Founder Dr. Sarah Mitchell Backs Brother’s Green Tech Fund.*

I stared at the words, my throat tightening.

“Who gave them this?” I asked, my voice flat.

Priya looked at my mother, then quickly looked down at her shoes.