Echoes in the Silence
The fallout came faster than even Cassian predicted.
It took exactly four hours after the broadcast for the Bell boardroom to ignite like dry tinder. Phones wouldn’t stop ringing. Emails flooded in from journalists, auditors, and government agencies. Some demanded answers. Some offered apologies. But most… issued threats cloaked in legal jargon.
Every file we’d exposed—every whispered scandal Project Argo tried to bury—was now echoing across newsrooms and courtrooms like a drumbeat we couldn’t silence.
And I didn’t want to.
Let them come.
I was done hiding.
By sunrise, three board members had resigned.
By noon, a federal subpoena had landed.
By nightfall, I sat in the conference room where I once brought coffee and endured Trent Halifax’s verbal lashings, now
