The low hum of the boat’s engine carried Alexander and Victoria away from the scene. Her fingers shook as she pressed her hand against her soaked clothes, catching her breath in the open air. Across from her, Alexander sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the churning water.
She watched him for a moment, then, with a steadying breath, moved closer, breaking the silence.
“They’ll be dissecting that footage for hours. All those cameras… I can’t believe they bought it.”
Alexander turned to her with a faint smirk. “People believe what they see, especially when it’s tragic. They wanted a story, and we gave them one.”
“Not just any story,” she said, leaning back against the seat, “but one they’ll be talking about for days.” She shook her head, a small laugh escaping her lips despite herself. “We r
