Lena's POV
The story broke on a Wednesday morning.
I found out the way I found out about most things now, Jade, seven-fifteen a.m., standing in my office doorway with her tablet and the particular expression she wore when the news was significant enough to lead with rather than bury in the daily briefing.
"There's a story," she said. "About Vanessa Clarke."
I put down my coffee. "Show me."
It was a tabloid piece.
Not the kind of publication I'd normally read or that Morrison Corporation's communications team would typically flag as relevant, but relevant it was, because the story had been picked up by four mainstream outlets within the hour and was spreading with the particular velocity of something that had been building pressure for a long time and had finally found a release point
