PERCY
I hummed softly, a lazy tune curling from my lips as my fingers danced over the track pad of my laptop. The headlines were exactly what I expected—Arrde’s name plastered across every major media outlet, speculation running rampant. A fresh wave of amusement washed over me as I scrolled.
One article dissected her every move, another questioned her past, and a third analyzed the possible consequences of her so-called scandal. Pathetic. These journalists were vultures, feeding off every scrap of gossip they could find, yet none of them had unearthed anything truly damning.
That’s what I was waiting for.
I tapped my nails against the desk, then picked up my phone, dialing a number I had memorized but never saved. No names. No traces. Just a thread connecting me to the information I n
