DEADLY AFFAIR

ug in one hand and a folder tucked beneath her arm. The city never really slept, but at 6:30 a.m., it was at least grogg

d had already shifted into work mode. Another exposé. Another scandal to unearth. It was her r

, called to her the moment she st

lt-and-pepper hair looked more pepper than usual, and his shirt sleeves were alrea

ffee with practiced calm, though he

he leather chair across from his desk. "I just f

umor in it. "You're not getting

an eyebrow.

d envelope across the desk. Her name was scrawled in bold marker across the

rinted photos and typed notes. The name Senator

she br

omeone's been whispering about offshore accounts, fun

war hero turned political darling, wrapped in patriotic charisma and family values. The

inued. "Not yet. It's smoke without

inferno,"

hing sight of a redacted name and a blurry surveillance shot-Roth enteri

ightened. "How

o go deep, Sienna. Deep enough that you might

supported Roth since the man's first campaign. Her late brother had served under Roth

t bend to loyalty. I

she said at

'll reassign you officially to a fluff column-some lifestyle piece abo

u want me to write

thousand-dollar suit," he said firmly.

ly in her hand. The newsroom buzzed around her, but the world

nna

uld be the one to change everything. It wasn't just another story. This was legacy. Th

oth's past campaign donors, his speeches, his meetings, and his private investments. Ea

at never made the official schedule. Campaign donations rerouted through LLCs with no

isper. The elusive name i

ng in political donation logs and sex scandal rumors alike. If Roth was th

exhaled

e knew, would be a game played with masks, charm, and calculated seducti

re in her gut

rst email request for an interview-one that would land h