Morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows of Marrin's office, painting the glass walls in shades of gold. The city stretched out below, unaware that a quiet storm was forming on its horizon. Marrin stood by the window, coffee in hand, her mind running through the sequence of the day ahead — meetings, press releases, and a small but crucial event: the launch of the Reeves Foundation's new charity campaign, hosted by none other than Vivienne Brooks.
It was supposed to be a perfect day for Vivienne — cameras, praise, and attention. Marrin planned to make sure it wasn't.
She turned as Liam entered, carrying a file so thick it nearly bent under its own weight. "It's all here," he said. "Financial irregularities, sponsorship inconsistencies, media leaks — everything you asked for."
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