Crossing the line

Anderson 

I stand at the edge of my office, my eyes fixed on the skyline outside, Washington DC never sleeps, but tonight, neither do I. I can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. The tension in the air is suffocating, and it’s all because of one woman: Kelly.

She’s always been a challenge, and I’ve always thrived on challenges. But this... this is different.

When I first met her, she was a wide-eyed girl eager to prove herself. She’d been that way, naive in the way she believed that her ambition alone could make her untouchable. It wasn’t her fault. She’d been too...