THE INTERVIEW
The journalist and paparazzi arrived at two PM sharp.
Rebecca Chen mid-forties, designer glasses, the kind of sharp intelligence that made subjects either trust her completely or clam up entirely. She had built a career on making powerful people comfortable enough to reveal truths they planned to hide.
I needed to be neither too comfortable nor too guarded.
"Mrs. Russo." She extended her hand. Professional warmth. "Thank you for agreeing to this interview. I know the timing is quite sensitive."
"Please, call me Aria." I shook her hand, gesturing to the sitting room where everything had been arranged. Soft lighting. Comfortable chairs angled for conversation. Dante's security discreetly positioned throughout the penthouse. "And thank you for coming here. I'm not quite rea
