Chapter 6
The President's Shadow
Emma begins to see unsettling patterns. President Bolt's public image as a savior starts to fray as Emma digs deeper into Vera Tek's operations.
The sterile glow of her laptop screen cast a familiar pallor over Emma’s face, a stark contrast to the vibrant streaks of purple and blue woven into her dark ponytail. She’d been chasing ghosts for days, the digital trails of Vera Tek’s funding and development leading her down a rabbit hole that grew deeper and more unsettling with each click. President Bolt’s public image, a carefully constructed facade of compassionate leadership, was starting to show hairline fractures under Emma’s relentless scrutiny. The news studio, usually a buzzing hive of activity, felt eerily quiet tonight, the only sounds the rhythmic tap of her keyboard and the distant hum of the city.
“Anything, Cross?” Trevor’s voice, laced with his usual brand of smarmy concern, cut through the quiet. He leaned against the doorframe of her tiny office, a perfectly sculpted smirk playing on his lips. He had that infuriating ability to appear wherever she was, at precisely the moment she was least inclined to deal with him.
Emma didn’t look up, her fingers flying across the keys. “Just the usual bureaucratic labyrinth, Bates. A lot of shell corporations and anonymous donations. Nothing that screams ‘miracle cure.’”
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