“Dev, we need to talk!”

The loud voice shattered the still-dim morning. The small meeting room that usually buzzed with energy felt cold now. Some of Deviana’s staff sat with tense faces; a few couldn’t even meet her eyes.

Deviana sat at the end of the table, fighting sleep after a sleepless night spent worrying over the ruined office. “Alright,” she said softly. “Say it.”

A senior staffer, Aditya, let out a heavy sigh. “We all agree—the situation has become too dangerous. After yesterday’s attack on the office… who can guarantee that tomorrow it won’t be our homes that are targeted?”

“That’s right, Ms. Dev,” added Sinta, a young reporter...