I arched an eyebrow. Doug rarely asked for private meetings, especially with me. He usually communicated through blunt messages tossed over his shoulder, which only added to the sense that this meeting was… different. I shut the door, folding my arms as I leaned against it.
Doug wasted no time. “I want you on Lachlan Gray’s story.”
I blinked, surprised. “Gray? Why? We barely cover him. He’s practically untouchable.”
“That’s exactly why,” Doug replied, his eyes gleaming with ambition. “Gray’s a billionaire with a fortress around him—no one knows much about him, and I’m willing to bet he’s got skeletons in his closet just waiting for someone to dig them up.”
“Gray’s not exactly the scandal-prone type, though, is he?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but I felt a flicker of excitement. Lachlan Gray was notorious for keeping the press at bay, operating his tech empire with an almost surgical precision. He kept a low profile, far from the glitzy circles of the city’s elite. The rumors around him were, at best, fragments—allegations of tax evasion, corporate espionage, all dismissed as speculation.