Becca
The lobby of Hale Industries now looks like the set of a reality show.
Cameras.
Microphones.
Reporters pretending they just happened to wander into the building.
Yeah. Right.
One woman in a blue blazer spots me immediately.
Her eyes light up.
Great.
“Ms Carter!” she calls.
I keep walking.
Fast.
pretending I didn’t hear her.
No such luck.
“Ms Carter, are you responsible for the financial leak?”
Another reporter jumps in.
“Did you target Hale Industries because of your past relationship with CEO Stephen Hale?”
And there it is.
The narrative already forming.
Crazy ex.
Personal revenge.
Emotional meltdown.
Classic.
I stop near the elevator and turn slowly.
The cameras are already pointed at me.
Lights flashing.
Phones recording.
For a split second, my chest tig
