Olive Evans Leaks 소설 & 이야기

I thought of Olivia seeing it, alone somewhere, the look on her face when she realized the world believed this again. A knock hit the door. I opened it expecting reporters, but it was Coach Miller. He looked like he’d sprinted here. “You’ve seen it?” “Yeah,” I said. “All of it.” He ran a hand through his hair. “They’re already talking about it on every channel. PR called. They think you leaked it.” “What?” He held up his phone; the feed was full of my name next to the clip. ‘Captain Hayes revenge leak?’ My throat went dry. “She did this.”

We were halfway through the facility when my phone exploded with messages. Not from the boy. From Rebecca. "Eva, what the hell did you do?" "What are you talking about?" "Check the news. Check social media. Check anywhere." Her voice was shaking. Furious. "Someone leaked everything. Every conversation we had about Project Blackstone. Every plan we discussed. Every club we contacted for resistance. It is everywhere." Subject Seven pulled up news feeds on his phone. I looked over his shoulder and felt my stomach drop.

“Who was at the crash scene with you?” Victor remained silent. ⸻ Too silent. ⸻ Then suddenly— Daniel’s phone vibrated again. He answered quickly before his face lost color completely. ⸻ “Aaron…” A pause. ⸻ “Olivia is dead.” ⸻ Silence detonated across the room. ⸻ Elara stared blankly. Edward looked horrified. ⸻ But Aaron’s expression became terrifyingly still. Because dead people couldn’t testify. ⸻ And Victor Hale had just erased the one person who could expose the mole network inside Blackwood.

So I tell him about Somnus Chorosyn. How it was laced on the bullet they took out of him, how my ex plans to set it off anytime soon. Oliver looks at me wordlessly as I talk, his animated face switching between shock and anger at least five times. When I’m done, it’s shock he’s staring at me with. “I’m so sorry Oliver,” I whisper. Evie’s hands tighten where she holds me. “So Oliver could die?” She looks at me, her eyes searching and praying for a different answer.

“We’ll get a warrant for the storage locker if the logs show the files originated there. If not, we broaden the warrants. Whoever leaked has been efficient but sloppy in one regard: they left digital footprints.” Olivia, who organized the team’s scheduling and had the habit of speaking like a calm metronome, set a stack of printouts in front of Elena. “I scheduled press control if we need it,” she said. “We can draft a cautious statement that acknowledges an inquiry without feeding speculation.”

“The person leaking information isn’t just Madeline. Someone inside *Evans Holdings* is feeding her intel.” Natalie’s blood ran cold. “Who?” He locked eyes with her. “Your cousin, Leonard.” Natalie sucked in a breath. Leonard Evans. He had always been ambitious, but she never thought he’d stoop this low. Adrian continued, “I got the information from someone on the inside. Leonard’s been meeting with Madeline, slipping her documents and setting up these leaks.” Natalie’s fingers curled into fists. Betrayal burned through her veins. Family. It was always family who could wound you the worst.

All the time. When Olivia left the night before, I’d tried to convince myself I was being paranoid. Stress, hormones, trauma—take your pick. But none of those excuses explained the missing journal. None of them explained how it vanished from a drawer that I had locked myself. A drawer I hadn’t touched in days. A drawer that still had everything else untouched. Except the journal. I stared at my phone, rereading the message I’d sent to Ezra the night before: We have a leak.

"Don't play dumb. These leaks are too perfect to be internet handwork. Did you leak Jessica's affair? Did you expose my father?" I met her eyes directly and made sure not to blink. "No." "Damien…" "Eva, I didn't leak anything. I woke up to the same notifications as you did. I'm just as surprised as you are." It wasn't technically a lie. I didn't leak anything. Roman did. Well, not Roman but Romos with over 50 million followers across the globe did and news outlets picked it up. She searched my face, clearly not convinced by my words. "You swear you had nothing to do with this?"

"I found the evidence package." "What do they have?" "Three things. First, emails from six months ago between you and Daniel about the south site that mention material specifications. Second, access logs showing Evangeline downloaded files from the restricted archive. Third, a statement from someone claiming Evangeline knew about the substitutions before the building collapsed." "Who made the statement?" "That is the part you are not going to like." "Tell me." "Owen Fletcher." I gripped the phone tighter. "Fletcher gave them a statement saying Evangeline knew?"

In short, she looked like a shell of her former self. As he drew closer, Evangeline finally lifted her head, and a smile blossomed on her lips. “You came.” “Of course,” He said, taking the seat opposite hers. “I didn’t want to, but I had no choice.” Literally. “I have a lot of things doing, so let’s make this quick.” Evangeline nodded, her expression changing into a more serious one. “I’ll go first,” Gadreel said. “You leaked the ledger of Ødexa, didn’t you?”