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I decided to contact their customer service, posing as a concerned recipient seeking information about the anonymous sender. Dialing the customer service number, I was greeted by a representative named Soniya. "Thank you for calling, 'Say it with style.' How can I assist you today?" she inquired. "Hello, I've been receiving anonymous gifts that are causing significant distress. I have the order number from the latest package and was hoping you could help me identify the sender," I explained, trying to convey the urgency in my voice. "I understand your concern, sir. However, we have strict privacy policies that protect our customers' identities," she responded apologetically.

I followed Tami’s lead and opened a secure site. Anonymous submissions. Document uploads. Testimonies. By the end of the second day, there were five. Five stories. Different names. Different years. Same monster. That night, I sat on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders and read every word. One girl talked about an after-hours meeting that turned into something she couldn’t speak about for a year. Another had a panic attack during a college tour when she saw him on a panel. Each story stitched a clearer picture—of how he operated, where he hunted, who he targeted.

He took a breath, probably to gather more information. Using that chance, I took a swing of my champagne, only to realize that the glass had been empty for a while because I kept on taking gulps while doing my emotional talking. "He works for the Oatville pack news department but on the side, he runs his own anonymous site for juicy information. I think you know him too." "The Moonbound Rumors, you mean." I uttered. They had a slogan that everyone around knew, the site has been up and famous for all that I could remember.

“I can't tell him now, Sasha. If I do, it's going to make things worse. They'll say more mean and hurtful comments and insult me that in trying to force the child on Roland, so I can have my way.” “What are we going to do then? We can't leave the news there like that. It'll affect the both of you.” Sasha sighed. “I don't know, but who in the world posted that, and how did he get the pictures? Only Carson has the pictures. You don't think Carson would do such a thing, right?” She asked, wondering if Carson was the one that posted it. “I don't know. According to the news, the person was anonymous, and they couldn't track his IP address. The only thing they saw was his post, people started talk

Or maybe the lights were so dimmed to allow me to take a clear image. Once I was done talking to Leo, a message buzzed. It was the anonymous guy from WowFood. Anonymous: It's ready. Should I send it to you? Me: No. I will instruct you on what to do when it's time. That got me thinking of the arrested girl. She was the topic of my conversation with this WowFood guy. I have been working with the guy for a year and never met him. His work always revolved around running some errands. And because I did not want him to know I was Mister CO, I did not show my face to him. He did not know me either, but his jobs were to perfection.

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“Yet you still completed group projects on your own with remarkable skill.” He laughs as he leans back into his chair, looking me over in admiration. “The 20k story always took the cake though.” My eyes flit to his in surprise. That was a project I worked on anonymously. How does he even know I was involved? I’m not sure how to respond. If I ask how he knows, I’ll confirm my involvement. The best I can do is sputter a stalling question into another sip of wine. “I’m sorry?” He smiles knowingly, willing to play into my pretend ignorance. “The news story you orchestrated about a poor mother with a gravely ill child who was forced to kneel for every step she took to earn a promised reward of tw

I opened my mouth to argue but he was quick to explain. "Hear me out first. I've been in this business for years, I know how it works. If you sell a dirty story on someone as powerful as that, then they'll go to the newspaper that published it and find out who sold the story to them and then you'll be toast because I assume you must be close to these people to be able to have such a scoop on them." Awed, I nodded. "Yes. You're so right. So what do I do?" "Create an anonymous account and post the story there. I'll help you write it. See you Tuesday evening at my place. I gotta continue working, bye.”

"You're not the journalist who covered him anymore. You're the story. And I want a first-person piece. You and him. The real story." Isis sat with that for a long time after she hung up. The real story. Not the article she had written about the federation corruption, not the carefully sourced and fact-checked and legally vetted piece that had brought down a senior official. The real story meant something else entirely. The real story meant Isis Cepheus—the name she had been born with, the name she had changed, the name that connected her to a pack and a deed and seven years of carrying a secret that was never supposed to see the light of day. The real story meant the summer camp where she ha

I'm here in abandoned house...hindi ko alam kung kanino ito pero sabi ng investigator ko ay ligtas daw dito at walang makakalam ay inutusan ko narin syang magnakaw ng pera sa mga account ng mga paghihigantihan ko..Hindi naman na nila magagamit yun dahil malapit na silang mamatay kaya ako nalang ang gagamit.