Becca
I wake up to my phone vibrating like it’s possessed.
No alarm.
Just chaos.
I groan, roll over, and squint at the screen.
Notifications stacked on notifications.
Messages.
Emails.
News alerts.
For a second, my brain is still half asleep.
Then I remember.
Last night.
The drop.
My stomach tightens.
Right.
I tap the first headline.
And..
Oh.
Oh s**t.
“HALE INDUSTRIES CEO LINKED TO OFFSHORE FRAUD NETWORK.”
I sit up instantly.
Heart racing now.
Scroll.
Another one.
“WHISTLEBLOWER EXPOSES STEPHEN HALE’S FINANCIAL EMPIRE.”
Another.
“REBECCA CARTER: VICTIM OR HERO?”
I blink.
Hero?
That’s new.
My thumb moves faster.
Videos.
Clips.
My face.
Yesterday in the lobby.
That moment I said “This isn’t revenge. It’s exposure.”
They clipped it.
Looped it.
Made it dr
