Sophia's POV
The sun rose above the city. I sat in Maya's vehicle observing the sky shift to orange and pink. Beautiful hues for a grim day.
My phone kept vibrating nonstop. Updates on news. Every few moments. One more. An additional narrative. A different title.
"Business Magnate Nicholas Hartley Linked to Money Laundering Operation"
"Hartley Industries Connected to Illicit Group"
"Ex-Staff Members Uncover Years of Abuse and Economic Offenses"
At six AM, Alexandra's files were in the news. Each station. Each website. All newspapers. The tale was ubiquitous.
Maya browsed the articles on her mobile. Her expression grew increasingly anxious with each one.
"They're giving us names," she stated. "The Coalition." Our actual names. Our visages. Every single thing.
"I understand."
"Soph
