You draft a response that sounds useful, maybe too useful, because usefulness is your oldest addiction. You suggest the firm consider tightening review windows if sentiment turns faster than expected, phrased as concern, phrased as prudence, phrased as the kind of advice that makes you sound like you belong in the room where adults decide. The sentence looks professional until you remember you are supposed to be small. Small is survival. Small is the disguise. The moment you enjoy sounding like an expert, you become visible in the wrong way. You hover over send and imagine Isabella reading it with her calm eyes, her calm voice, her calm ability to turn a paragraph into a mirror pointed at your face. [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Isabella Pushes Back On Advice|See how Isabella reacts]]