The headline wouldn't leave my mind.
“Who Is Lena Wolfe?”
It felt like a question the entire world was now asking.
And the worst part?
I didn't have an answer that could survive scrutiny.
I stood by the window, arms closed, watching the city below.
“They're i kerp digging,” I said quietly.
Behind me, Adrian didn't reply immediately.
Then—
“Yes.”
I turned to face him.
“That's it? Just yes?”
“It's the truth.”
I sighed.
“Well, the truth is a problem.”
Adrian stepped closer.
“Then we control the narrative.”
I frowned.
“You said that before.”
“And we’re going to do it.”
“How?”
He looked at me steadily.
“We give them a story.”
My chest tightened.
“A fake one?”
“A believable one.”
I shook my head.
“That sounds dangerous.”
“It's necessary.”
“Everything wit
