The sun barely crept over the city’s skyline when Aria’s team began to gather in the Westford boardroom. Security had been doubled. Background checks run twice. And Jerry had personally locked down every terminal within the media department.
This time, there would be no leaks.
This time, it would be her voice—their truth.
But the exposé wasn’t being launched today. Today, they were preparing.
Aria stood at the end of the sleek black table, clad in a deep navy suit. Power shimmered in her stillness. At her side, Jerry reviewed strategy files with Isabelle.
“We need to hit hard,” Isabelle said. “One clean strike. No second chances.”
“We’re almost there,” Jerry murmured. “But it has to be airtight.”
“We can’t afford a misstep,” Aria added. “Regina’s waiting. Watching.”
And she was.
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