Tessa sat in Josh's room, the hum of electronic devices surrounding her. She took a sip from her coke bottle, the liquid providing a momentary reprieve from the chaos she had orchestrated. Her eyes were fixed on the multiple screens displaying news outlets, all echoing a singular headline: "Shelly Technology or Manslaughter House."
A smirk played on Tessa's lips, a subtle expression of satisfaction as she found herself relishing the storm she had set into motion. The media frenzy that ensued was a symphony to her ears, and being a media person herself, she understood the dynamics of the community's reactions.
The systematic dissection of Shelly Technologies was unfolding just as she had planned. Her father's tragic demise would not be in vain; it would serve as the catalyst for unveiling the company's dark secrets. To reach the root, she needed to uproot the entire tree, and for now, Rose Shelly had become the prime target, a symbol of everything wrong with the corporation.
