Angie Griffin Leak Novels & Stories

“Valentina… repeat that.” Angela had gone pale with shock. I swallowed hard, but the truth was already out. “I said… at least I didn’t leak anything to the Weekly News.” Davina’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?” I swallowed hard, but the truth was already out in plain sight. “I said… at least I didn’t leak anything to the Weekly News.” The room went still. Davina’s brow slowly furrowed, and she fumed with obvious anger. “What are you talking about?”

"This really sucks," Angie muttered. Angie still could not accept that she was unemployed now. Not completely unemployed, actually. She still had her personal news blog that had enough visitors to make her money. Actually, even without her working for one of the newspaper publishers, she could still support herself through that personal blog as well as some other side jobs with her journalistic skills. Angie just felt unsatisfied if she did not have a definite goal every day. Unfortunately, her free spirit and eagerness to expose every evil in the world is not in line with where she works. They were too afraid to reveal the facts to the point of firing Angie, who was desperate to publish the

"How do you know that?" Angela was so stunned that she forgot to speak politely. Fiona's face fell even further, and her breathing became unsteady. "You... you really got divorced and didn't tell me!" Angela wished she could slap herself a few times. She was done for. She had slipped up without thinking, and now she wasn't sure if it counted as leaking the terms of the agreement. It probably didn't. After all, Fiona could be considered one of their own.

“You did well. You stayed composed, and you also delivered a strong plan, and you didn’t let them rattle you.” Christine looked up at her, eyes tired. “They don’t see me. They see my father’s daughter trying to hold onto something that’s already slipping away.” “Then prove them wrong.” “I’m really trying.” She leaned back in her chair, her fingers trembling as they unlaced from each other. “Someone’s leaking information,” she said suddenly. Angela blinked. “What?” “Someone on the board. Someone close. They’re feeding things to Adrian, or to the press. Maybe both. That leak last week it was too accurate. Too pointed.”