The federal agents secured the Vale Tech lobby with practiced efficiency, but their eyes kept darting to the screens where Elena's face remained broadcasted across every display.
Margaret Thornfield stood perfectly still, her mind visibly calculating damage control options that no longer existed.
Aria's phone buzzed with an incoming call. Dr. Kim.
"Aria, turn on the news. Any channel."
She pulled out her phone with shaking hands. Every major news network was showing the same thing: documents, videos, financial records, all of it streaming live from sources they couldn't shut down fast enough.
"How is Elena doing this?" Aria whispered.
"Leon set up dead-man switches months ago. Files that would automatically release if he didn't enter a specific code every seventy-two hours."
"But he
