Doug leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. “I thought you’d like this one. Gray just returned to the city, and the timing isn’t a coincidence. I’ve heard whispers that he’s involved in some shady investments, not to mention his ties to politicians that keep their noses just clean enough.”
My heart raced. I had joined the paper to make a difference, to expose the truth and hold the powerful accountable. This was my chance to do something big, a story that could cement my reputation. “And you’re sure there’s something worth investigating here?”
“Oh, I’m sure.” Doug chuckled, as though the thought of Lachlan Gray’s downfall brought him a peculiar joy. “I want a full profile on him, everything from his company’s practices to the skeletons he’s hiding in his high-rise mansion. I don’t care what it takes—interviews, private events, whatever. Get close, get the dirt, and get us a story that’ll put this paper on the front page of every newsstand in the city.”
I let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of the task settling on my shoulders. The thought of it was thrilling, even intoxicating. “So, you want me to dig until I hit gold. And if there’s nothing there?”