The studio lights burned bright. Not warm, not comforting, just hot, white, and sharp, like truth about to be exposed.The walls were sterile and silent, dressed in clean lines and corporate branding. It was a perfect space for control, for carefully crafted stories. But today, the story about to be told was not the one anyone expected.Leo sat beside Maya on the sleek grey couch, the two of them framed in front of the “Rebuild & Unite” backdrop. Their smiles were polite, rehearsed. Their bodies sat straight, controlled. But their fingers hidden between them brushed, briefly. A quiet promise passed between them in that small touch.Leo’s heartbeat was loud in his ears. Not from nerves about football, not about the final. No. It was about what he was about to say. Or not say.Across from them sat Amanda Byrne, one of the sharpest journalists in international sports media. Veteran, composed, piercing eyes that missed nothing. The kind of anchor who didn’t chase gossip, she forced truth
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