Naomi Ross Of Leaks นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Vanessa leaned forward. The graph on the screen showed the earlier drop slowly leveling out. “That’s good,” she said. “For now,” Collins replied. Alexander crossed his arms. “What about the next leak?” Collins tapped a key. A message board page appeared on the screen. The same anonymous account that had leaked the contract and financial files had posted a new message. More truths coming tonight. 8:00 PM. Vanessa felt a knot form in her stomach. “They’re teasing it like entertainment.” Alexander’s voice was cold.

He looked like a man who had finally found a gear that fit. But as Maya looked across the room, she saw Alistair’s face. The PR maven wasn't smiling. She was looking at her phone, her expression grim. A moment later, Maya’s own phone vibrated in her lap. It was a G****e Alert. *BREAKING: EX-ASSISTANT LEAKS SECURITY FOOTAGE OF MAYA ROSSI TRESPASSING IN VANE TOWER. CONTRACT SPECULATION GROWS.* The bubble had burst. The "Glass Reach" was about to live up to its name, and Maya realized that the higher you climb, the more it hurts when the floor turns out to be a lie.

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 CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! Cameron is trying to scrub the comments, but those screenshots are already everywhere! "LOOK!" A flood of screenshots followed immediately after. After reading through them, I froze. Even though I never showed up at the university acceptance party and the TV interview had been canceled, Naomi still refused to give up. Ahead of time, she'd contacted three local media accounts and fed them a fake comeback story about overcoming adversity. To sell the lie, she provided heavily doctored photographs. She cast herself as a resilient, optimistic young woman whose only hurdle was a spiteful cousin who had hidden her exam admission ticket.

This was a movement. And nothing was going to stop it. Somewhere in the World… Leena stood in a darkened apartment, watching the latest news broadcast. Ayesha’s work was already being felt. Leaks exposing hidden financial dealings. Political shakeups in countries that once seemed untouchable. And all of it… without a single name attached. Leena smirked. "She’s finally learning how the game is played." Then she picked up her phone. Dialed a private number. And whispered into the receiver:

“Ross Global Media faces multiple lawsuits following the exposure of internal manipulation and offshore fraud. Eva Ross remains unreachable for comment.” “Tsk, tsk,” Sabrina muttered, sipping her tea. “That woman’s poison in designer heels. I warned JM that ambition without conscience always comes at a price.” Benedict shook his head. “He’s young. Smart. But blinded by the wrong kind of woman.” Leila, elegant as always, folded her hands. “Poor boy. He’s learning what happens when love turns to obsession.” The television cut to footage of JM being swarmed by reporters, then to Eva Ross’s last public appearance a smile too perfect, a wave too calm.

“If they want a war… I’ll give them one.” --- The next morning, Rosemary woke up to her phone buzzing non-stop. Damien, half-asleep in the chair near the door, rubbed his eyes. “Is there news?” Rosemary swiped her screen—and her heart dropped. Dozens of new headlines flooded the major news sites: > “Leaked Video Allegedly Fake: Insider Claims Rosemary Manipulated Footage.” “New Witness Says Rosemary Paid to Frame Cassandra.” “Scandal Behind the Designer: Rosemary’s Web of Lies?”

Levi growled. His mood perked up a little when he looked through his emails on his phone and saw the report from the forensic's team. The blue-haired girl who'd seemed heavily interested in What If during Natalie's game pitch was the leak. She'd overshared way too much during pillow talk with her girlfriend, and it seemed while she was passed out in post-coital bliss, her partner had gone to town on her Chassis laptop. "Damn Adrianne!" Levi grumbled as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. She was a brilliant storyteller and knew way too much about Chassis and all their pipeline plans. By demanding her resignation letter and pressing charges, he'd be shooting himself in the foot.

I said, slapping my hand against the table. Nina looked scared like she was worried about how this was going to play out. I watched with narrowed eyes as she pulled out her phone from her handbag, her eyes unsure as she stared at me. “Nina, you are killing me with suspense,” “This was leaked to the press three hours ago,” she said, showing me a video. I clicked play. It was grainy, a video Anastasia had made the night it had all turned to dust. I was on my knees, bags thrown around as I begged Roland.

And Sebastian's residence, conveniently, sat right in the same gated community as her Rose Manor client. "Want me to dig into it properly?" Leo asked. She had a real talent with computers sat comfortably near the top of certain lists most people never heard of. Whenever someone had come looking into Naomi's background before, all they'd ever surfaced was noise. "Don't bother," Naomi said. She had no real interest in confronting a client over curiosity. After the dinner wrapped, Marcus offered to drive both Naomi and Leo home. "I drove myself here no need to worry about me," Leo said smoothly, waving him off. "Why don't you take my girl home instead."