The day started like any other until chaos erupted. Julian sat at the dining table, coffee in hand, when Madeline burst into the room, her phone clutched tightly.
“You need to see this,” she said, her voice strained.
Julian took the phone, his brow furrowing as he read the headline:
“Philanthropy or Fraud? A Closer Look at Grey Legacy Trust.”
His stomach churned. The article wasn’t just a baseless attack; it was surgical, precise, tearing apart his foundation’s financial integrity with alarming specificity.
“It’s their work,” he said, his voice low and controlled.
Madeline nodded. “It’s everywhere. News outlets are picking it up. They’re saying there’s a government audit already underway.”
“They’re fast,” Julian muttered, already dialing Ethan’s number.
By the end of the day, the f
