The leak hit like a grenade in a powder keg. Anonymous sources—likely a disgruntled aide or a rival operative—fed the story to every major outlet. By dawn, headlines blared across screens: President's Speechwriter in Steamy Affair with Billionaire Brother! Grainy photos from the gala, the elevator brush, even a blurred shot from the bunker elevator circulated like wildfire. Pundits dissected the scandal on cable news, speculating on national security breaches tied to Harlan family ties. Vince's approval ratings tanked overnight, the Geneva fallout now poisoned by personal betrayal.
Nia woke in the coastal retreat to Vardo's phone exploding with alerts. He scanned the feeds, jaw tightening. 'Pack. We're going home—my real home.' No questions, no panic; his voice was steel. The jet ride bac
