The Final Proof

"Close the door, Sarah. I don’t care if it’s the publisher himself, no one gets in." Lily’s voice was as sharp as a surgical blade as she slammed the dossier onto her mahogany desk. The clock on the opposite wall ticked toward eleven p.m.; only three hours remained before the relentless roar of the printing presses began. Before her lay the draft of the front page, the headline screaming about a multi-billion dollar embezzlement scandal at a major charity, accompanied by the photo of a young CEO whose reputation had always been bulletproof. But tucked behind this draft was a carefully folded s...