I stared at the message, my whole body going cold, Noah reading over my shoulder with an expression that had hardened into something I hadn't seen from him before.
"Everyone finds out together," I repeated slowly. "What does that even mean? Together how?"
Noah was already moving, phone in hand, calling Marcus before I'd finished the sentence. "I need eyes on every major outlet, every gossip site, anything connected to the Voss name or Lancaster Corp. Now."
I sat frozen on the studio couch, my heart hammering, scrolling frantically through my own feeds with shaking hands, half expecting to see something already live— a headline, a leaked document, some irreversible detonation I couldn't take back. Nothing yet. Just Diana's texts about production timelines, ordinary and blissfully unaware
