Damien Shaw

I pace back and forth in my office, the tension building with every step. My mind is racing, trying to process the mess from that article. I feel like I’ve been blindsided, like I let something slip through the cracks, and now, it’s hurting the one person who means the most to me. Imogene’s face flashes in my mind—her eyes filled with disbelief and hurt. That look... it cuts me deeper than I expected.

The door swings open, and my crisis control team files in. I don’t waste time.

"I want every single article taken down within the hour," I snap.

They nod in unison, not a word...