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The Leak

作者: Sophie Kingston
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-04 13:58:06

Ava’s POV

The newsroom was louder than usual.

That was my first sign something was off.

Phones rang nonstop, editors shouted across desks, the hum of the printers had turned frantic. A kind of tension hung in the air — electric, suspicious. The kind that makes everyone glance up when you walk in.

I set my coffee down and logged into my system, pretending not to notice the way conversations dropped around me. My inbox was a wall of subject lines — half marked urgent, the other half please call me ASAP.

Then I saw it — the one from Dana.

Subject: My office. Now.

The kind of subject line that turns your stomach cold.

I pushed through the chaos, past the sports desk, the interns whispering near the vending machine. Dana’s door was closed — another bad sign. When I stepped inside, she didn’t look up from her screen.

“Close it,” she said flatly.

The air in her office felt heavier, sharper. A tabloid site glowed on her monitor, the kind that thrived on gossip disguised as journalism. My nam
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  • Crossing the line    Where I Stand

    Ethan’s POVThe apartment felt different after Lila left.Not quieter settled.I stood at the sink longer than necessary, rinsing champagne flutes that were already clean, listening to Ava move around behind me. The city outside hummed the way it always did, traffic a constant low note, but inside there was a pause I hadn’t felt in a long time. Not the kind that waited to be filled. The kind that existed on purpose.I dried my hands and turned.Ava was leaning against the counter, barefoot, arms folded loosely not defensive, just comfortable. Her hair had fallen out of its tie, soft around her face. She caught me looking and smiled, small but real.“What?” she asked.“Nothing,” I said. Then corrected myself. “Everything.”She rolled her eyes, affectionate. “That’s not an answer.”I crossed the space between us anyway, resting my hip against the counter beside her. Our shoulders touched. Easy. Familiar.“She seemed… very happy for you,” I said.“Lila?” Ava smiled wider. “She thrives on

  • Crossing the line    After the Noise

    Ava’s POV Lila did not knock. She never did when she was this committed to a plan. The sound came instead as a sharp series of raps followed immediately by the door opening, her voice already mid-sentence before I could even stand from the couch. “I swear to God, if you tell me now is not a good time, I will drink this entire bottle myself and cry about feminism on your floor.” She stood there triumphant, holding a chilled bottle of champagne like a trophy. Condensation slicked the glass, dripping onto her sleeve. Her coat was half off, scarf crooked, hair still pinned up in the way she wore when she’d come straight from work without bothering to reset herself. I stared at her for a beat. Then I laughed. Not the careful laugh. Not the one that checked itself halfway through. The full one that surprised me with how easily it came. “Come in,” I said. “Before you start a manifesto.” She kicked the door shut behind her and immediately set the bottle on the counter like it was sa

  • Crossing the line    The Last Headline

    Ava’s POVThe meeting didn’t feel like an ending when it began.It felt like every other moment that had ever carried the weight of The Chronicle careful, measured, edged with the kind of politeness that hid intent. My laptop sat open on the kitchen table, coffee cooling beside it, the morning light stretching across the floor like it had nowhere better to be.I did.That thought surprised me with its clarity. I had somewhere better to be now emotionally, mentally even if my body was still anchored to the same chair where I’d once agonized over emails like this. The room felt different. Less charged. Less like a battlefield and more like a place where decisions could exist without bruising me.I logged in three minutes early. Not because I was nervous but because I was done letting them control the tempo.Maya appeared first, her image crisp and grounded. She gave me a small nod, the kind that said I’ve got this, but you’re steering. Then the others joined. Two legal reps from The Chr

  • Crossing the line    Fault Lines

    Ava’s POVThe first sign something was shifting again wasn’t dramatic.It was an email.No subject line theatrics. No legal jargon up front. Just a polite greeting from someone who claimed to be a “freelance culture writer” asking if I’d be open to “clarifying a few things” about my departure from The Chronicle and the recent op-ed that had set half the internet on fire.I stared at the screen longer than I needed to.Not because I didn’t understand what it was—but because I did.The tone was friendly on purpose. Casual. Disarming. The kind of message designed to make you forget that anything you said could be reframed, repackaged, sharpened into something else entirely. I’d written emails like this once. I knew the anatomy of them. Knew exactly how much intent could hide inside three harmless-looking paragraphs.I hadn’t spoken publicly. I hadn’t posted. I hadn’t even hinted. I’d gone quiet on purpose, stepped into a job that let me close my laptop at five and walk away without carry

  • Crossing the line    Close Enough to Stay

    Ethan’s POV By the time I woke up at Ava’s place, the apartment already felt familiar. Not in the dramatic way people talk about—no rush of realization, no internal monologue about crossing some invisible line. Just the quiet certainty of knowing where the bathroom light switch was. The sound her coffee maker made before it finished brewing. The fact that she always left the window cracked, even when the air outside was cold. It had been days since the first time I stayed over. Long enough for this to stop feeling like a novelty. Long enough for it to start feeling like something else entirely. Ava was already awake, sitting cross-legged at the small table by the window, laptop open, hair pulled back in a loose knot that meant she hadn’t thought too hard about it. She wore a sweater I recognized—not mine this time, but one I’d seen her in before—which somehow made the sight even more intimate. She glanced up when she heard me move. “Morning.” “Morning,” I said, voice still rou

  • Crossing the line    What Holds, What moves

    Ava’s POV The thing about starting over is that it doesn’t announce itself. There’s no clean line between before and after. No moment where the weight lifts all at once. It happens quietly, in increments—small enough that you don’t notice until you realize you’re standing straighter than you used to. For a long time, I thought starting over would feel dramatic. Like shedding skin. Like a declaration. I imagined clarity arriving all at once, bold and unmistakable, the way people describe epiphanies in essays that end with tidy conclusions. But this wasn’t that. This was subtler. More honest. I noticed it on a Tuesday. Not a dramatic day. Not a milestone. Just me, sitting at my new desk, learning how to navigate internal systems that had nothing to do with headlines or deadlines or public opinion. No one cared who I used to be here. No one whispered when I walked past. The office had its own rhythm—keyboards tapping, a printer humming somewhere down the hall, muted conversations

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