Keira
I called Damien back within minutes, unwilling to wait for whatever information he had, the weight of everything from the past few months finally reaching a point where I needed real answers instead of more vague threats and cryptic messages.
"Talk," I said, skipping any pleasantries.
"I did some digging after our conversation in the parking lot," he said, voice serious in a way I still wasn't entirely used to hearing from him. "Turns out Preston Hale didn't get his contributor credentials through the normal vetting process. Someone specifically requested him by name."
"Who?"
"The Nortech director. The same one who announced the docuseries at the gala." Damien paused, letting that settle. "I have a contact who works in production coordination. Apparently there were internal conc
