Melinda’s POV
The sky was flawless.
One of those rare L.A. mornings where the air was crisp, the sun warm but not sharp, and the wind carried just enough breeze to make you feel clean.
The site was immaculate — banners up, gravel leveled, a temporary stage built at the south edge of the foundation pour. The mayor didn’t show (no surprise), but press had come. So had private donors. Members of the Initiative team. Residents from the surrounding neighborhood.
It felt like a moment.
Like the moment.
Carrie handed me my notes as the photographer snapped photos near the ribbon display.
“You’re up after the city planner,” she said. “Two minutes. Ready?”
I nodded, lips pressed.
I was ready.
Until I wasn’t.
Because that’s when the woman appeared.
Blonde. Tall. Sharp blazer. Press pass
