Romans & histoires Olive Evans Leaks

Eva Sterling. I hesitated for a moment, then curiosity… weakness won. And I opened the text. “We need to talk. It’s about the photos.” — Eva. My pulse was racing as I stared at the text. I knew Eva too well. And I knew leaked photos were never an accident with her.

I didn't look in the rearview mirror when I drove away. My lawyer called at seven forty-three. "The transcripts leaked," she said. Something in her voice wasn't distress. "All of them," she said. "Someone sent everything to three major outlets simultaneously. The hospital night. The Singapore testimony. The settlement refusal." A pause. "Olivia." "Yeah." "Team Olivia is trending number one worldwide." The hospital night. Six hours alone under fluorescent lights calling a man who was at a candlelit dinner. Assembled into testimony and now sitting in three newsrooms and trending worldwide.

She seemed to have Facetimed her in the middle of work because there were overlapping conversations coming from the background. "We're trying to stay as sane as possible," Evelyn shrugged, straining a smile. "I believe it will all blow off soon as another hot news pops out." "Evy, the articles are so wild," Doris commented. "I'm really worried-sick about you. "Who do you think leaked the news to the press? It most definitely isn't me and the very few people that knew would never disclose it. So...?"

“I don’t know how it happened, but I believe Olivia hacked the company’s system and… all the insulin produced and exported by Clifford was sent at cost price on the invoices. The loss was 6 million dollars… in a week.” I laughed. Yes, I was so screwed I started cackling. That son of a bitch! “Did she mess with any other medication besides insulin?” I asked. “No.”

Before I can answer, the elevator to the penthouse pings open behind us. Kevin rushes out, drenched, panting, tie crooked, phone in hand. “Sir—Hailey—don’t get mad but—there’s been another leak.” Hailey gasps. “What?” Kevin swallows hard. “It’s… bigger this time.” Ethan’s voice is pure ice. “How big.” Kevin lifts the phone, screen glowing blue with horror. “Someone leaked a video,” he says. “From inside the company.” Hailey’s face pales.

Elara: You should explain the leaks first. The reply came instantly. Adrian: I didn’t do this. She believed him. That was the problem. Across the city, Adrian Hale stood in his office, jacket discarded, tie loosened, hands braced against the glass wall overlooking Valemont. His world was collapsing in bullet points and headlines, and the only thing that hurt more than the damage was knowing Elara might think he’d caused it. The leaks were real. Brutal. Precise. Too precise. “Find the source,” he snapped into the phone. “Internal and external. I don’t care how far back you have to dig.”

"What the hell were you thinking? You looked guilty as sin up there, practically admitting everything without actually saying it." "What was I supposed to do?" Emma hissed. "They have my financial records, Evan. They have documentation of every transfer, every withdrawal, every transaction. Someone leaked everything to that reporter and now everyone thinks I know you are alive." "Because you did know!" Evan shouted, his control slipping completely. "You've known from the beginning, you helped plan the whole thing and now you're falling apart the moment anyone asks a difficult question." "Don't you dare blame this on me," Emma shot back.

I cross the floor in long strides, reality overriding the heavy throb of lust in my veins. "What happened?" I ask, coming to a stop directly behind Oliver. I stand close enough that the heat of my chest brushes the back of his shoulder. Oliver inhales sharply, his spine locking rigid at the contact. He doesn't step away. He leans back a fraction of an inch, letting his weight settle against me for a microsecond before he catches himself and jerks away. "The leak," Chana says, her fingers flying over the keys. "The time-delay triggered fifteen minutes ago. Packets were delivered to the New York Times, Washington Post, Reuters, and two global broadcast hubs."

I exhaled and typed out a quick message. Olivia. I have intel. Meet me in one hour. I hit send and prayed I wasn’t making the biggest mistake of my life. --- The underground parking garage was nearly empty when Olivia stepped out of her car, looking every bit the ruthless strategist Damian had trained her to be. Her sharp brown eyes scanned me before she spoke. "This better be good," she said. I handed her a USB drive. "It’s Evan’s next move. If we don’t stop it, Damian’s empire will crash tomorrow."

I didn't like watching TV, so I was clueless about what Leah was saying. "It's Olive, Hannah." "Olive?" Why would Olive be in the news? Almost two months after she ran away, the news about her had already stopped and everyone had moved on from the incident. So, why would she be in the news again? Did something happen to her? Or did she do something again? "She was found almost lifeless in her apartment in London." “W-what?” Fear immediately crawled through my body. "Watch the news, Hannah. There's exclusive coverage about her now."