Destiny Gardner Leaked Novels & Stories

Still, the optics will destroy her. I hesitate. The file isn’t supposed to go public yet. The plan was to leak a curated version, one that implicates Stanley alone. A clean hit. Surgical. If I wait another day, the entire trail will vanish. So I make a choice. I send the leak. Encrypted dump. Three terabytes of data. Destination: a consortium of investigative journalists still hungry enough to risk going after Z-Core. The message is short and unsigned. “Follow the money. ” I press send, and the files vanish into the ether.

That night, I sent the encrypted files to Darius. Claudine messaged me one word: “Boom.” The next day, a headline exploded on every news site: “FRGR Whistleblower Leaks Confidential Files — Insider Coup Exposed” Justin saw it the same moment I did. He turned to me slowly. His eyes widened. “Joanna... what did you do?” To be continued...

Inbox: (1) Unread Subject line: “Hello, Mr. Kingsley. I think you dropped these.” His brow furrows. He clicks. And his world begins to tilt. A series of files appear—attached like blades. Nathan Kingsley Arrested for Drug Possession – 2007 Kingsley Trust Quietly Funds Private Rehab Facility in Geneva Confidential Testimony – Unsealed Counseling Notes Old headlines. Buried court documents. Leaked therapy notes. His breath halts. The cursor hovers over one entry in particular, Joan: Private Memorial (Restricted). “No…” His heart pounds.

there was barely any life to the way I sounded. “We have news regarding the leak. We’ve traced down the source and I don’t think the leak is someone you know sir,” My secretary, Tania said to me on the phone. “Go on, give the name.” “Matthew Simons. That was the leak’s name, he leaked the footage anonymously online that got to several blogs to repost and publish about.” Matthew Simons? She was right to think it’s someone I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.

I was certain he had covered for me. "Ummm, nothing," Camila smiled, and he left. "What was all that about?" I asked furiously. "Come on, I didn't believe you when you said you were with Master Yung," she giggled. "Whatever." I left them heading to my room. I needed to figure out what was going on. Could it be what I was thinking? Why did Lex want to kill Destiny? And who was that man he was talking to earlier? He called the man father. What is Lex really hiding from us?

Bob had some connections in regards to the leaked video, turns out the guy in the video wasn't you,'' Galen said. ''So, why did Destiny blackmailed Josie if it wasn't me?'' ''Out of jealousy, I'd assume,'' Khalid adds himself. Khalid continued, "Also, because of the sensitive nature of the investigation, we would like to work alone." ''Alone?'' I snapped. ''It's for your safety boss. You have to trust us.'' I heaved a deep sigh. I felt my head spinning. I loved my job and loved digging into the nitty-gritty world of number crunching. I felt my brain responding to the challenge before me.

I stared at him. “So what now?” Damien looked away briefly before answering. “I do not know.” That answer hurt more than expected. Before I could respond, his phone suddenly rang loudly. Gabriel. Damien answered immediately. “What happened?” His expression changed within seconds. Cold. Sharp. Dangerous. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly. My stomach tightened. Damien listened for another moment before ending the call. “What is it?” I asked nervously. He looked directly at me. “Someone leaked confidential files from Blackwood Holdings.”

Instead, he intertwined our fingers and whispered, “Don’t let me lose you again.” “You won’t,” I said. “Not this time.” The next morning, I woke up to chaos. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Notifications. Messages. Missed calls. Damien came out of the shower, towel around his waist. “What’s going on?” I turned the screen toward him. Headlines screamed from every corner of the internet: Cross LEGACY EXPOSED ILLEGAL EXPERIMENTS LEAKED ONLINE BILLIONAIRE HEIRS ACCUSED OF COVER UP

‘“After all, if he can’t even do right by the woman he supposedly loves, what about the thousands of GDG employees counting on him as CEO and the public investors who rely on his leadership?” Yvaine read the final paragraph in a mock-serious TV anchor voice, then chuckled. ‘I bet his dad’s feeling real smug about that decision to hand over the reins to Rhys now.’ ‘I wonder who leaked the story,’ I mused. ‘I kinda thought it was you.’ ‘Why me?’ ‘You’re in the same hospital.’ ‘I happened to leave my telephoto lens at home. Even if I took the pics, I wouldn’t know a reporter to leak them to.’

She never could resist her own cameo. “That’s a neat trick,” I said, staring at my own distorted image. “I didn’t even get a drink in that hallway.” “Front feed’s already picked it up,” the handler said tightly. “Social’s… bad. Comments full of “dangerous asset” and “lock her down.”” Valen swore under her breath. “Who leaked this?” she demanded. The handler didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. Calista. Of course she’d timed it for now—just as I arrived, just as they could argue public safety required “adjusted measures.”