Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 539

Willow picked up the teacup but didn't drink.

Her hands were shaking slightly.

This wasn't quite the triumphant thrill she had imagined.

She had thought that the moment the article went live, she would feel ecstatic, that she would finally experience the utter satisfaction of grinding Wren into the dirt.

But seeing those comments, the first emotion that clawed its way up was panic.

Because every single question mark was hitting way too close to home.

The W Report.

Langford's old files.

Wren Whitaker.

If Gavin Shaw could get his hands on these fragments, it meant someone inside Langford Medical was leaking them.

If Lawrence investigated, he would eventually track it back to Starbridge Media, back to Quasar, and back to her meetings with Gavin.

Kira seemed to read her mind.

"Don't panic. You're not the one publishing the article, and you aren't the one paying the bill."

Willow looked up.

"Who is paying the bill?"

Kira just smiled, offering no answer.

Outside the tearoom window, Langford Tower scraped the sky.

Willow stared at the building, remembering the countless times she had strutted through the main entrance. The receptionists knew her, The Secretariat poured her coffee, and people looked at her with an unspoken, implicit reverence.

Now, she was reduced to sitting in a tearoom across the street, just staring at it.

Like looking at something she once held close, now utterly separated by a pane of glass.

She looked down and read the article one more time.

Wren Whitaker accessed Langford Medical's risks during her marriage.

Wren Whitaker dove headfirst into Stellaris after her divorce.

Should Wren Whitaker disclose her model source.

Those sentences acted like layers of thin paper, wrapping around what Willow truly wanted to scream out loud.

Why do you still get to stand tall?

Why does everyone suddenly think you're the victim?

Why do you look even more like a winner after leaving The Langford Estate than you did when you lived there?

Willow set the teacup down.