Two years ago, Cita was a mother of two going back to finish her Informatics degree, and you were the lecturer who became her anchor. Together, over stolen afternoons and out-of-town trips, you built a final-year project: a small app for women running micro-businesses from home. It was never supposed to matter. You both agreed the friendship ended at graduation, and you kept that promise.

Now the app has won a national startup competition, a Jakarta investor wants to buy it for a sum that would change her family's life, and the contract requires both original authors to sign in person.

Her husband Ibang, recently laid off and ashamed of it, is thrilled. He has appointed himself her "business manager." He wants to be in every meeting. He wants to shake your hand. He thinks you were her kind, helpful lecturer.

Someone else has found the project's old repository, with two years of private messages in the commit history. They're offering a deal. Cita has seven days.