ADANNA P.O.V (point of view)
~Public Fallout~
By morning, the world knows, not everything.... never everything but enough.
Screens flicker with headlines that don't yet understand themselves.
FINANCIAL GIANT UNDER INVESTIGATION
MULTIPLE EXECUTIVES MISSING
INTERNAL POWER STRUGGLE SUSPECTED
Names vanish from boards, accounts freeze and private flights never land.
The Syndicate doesn't get named, not yet but its shadow cracks open. Men who thought they were untouchable suddenly look over their shoulders. Women who enforced silence start talking to save themselves.
I sit on the edge of a narrow bed in a safehouse that smells like antiseptic and old dust, watching the news on mute.
My hands won't stop shaking, not from fear but from aftermath.
Eden didn't just respond to me...it recognized me. That truth settles heavy in my chest.
