I let the silence sit for a few seconds.
Then stood up.
“Let me make this simple,” I said. “You are trying to fix noise.”
They watched me.
“This is not noise,” I continued. “This is a breach.”
A few of them shifted.
“You are treating symptoms. I am looking for the source.”
I picked up my phone.
“Until you find it,” I added, “stop wasting my time with surface-level solutions.”
And then I walked out.
Because if I stayed another minute, I might actually say what I was thinking.
And that would not be… productive.
By the time I got back to my office, I was already dialing.
Not my legal team.
Not PR.
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Someone else.
The line rang once.
Twice.
Then picked.
“Sir.”
No greeting.
No name.
Good.
“I need a situation handled,” I said.
“Understood.”
“Cyn.”
A pause.
Then-
“We’ve seen the reports.”
“Good. Then you know why I’m calling.”
“Yes, sir.” 1
I walked toward the window.
Looked out at the city.
“She’s been careless,” I said. “And now she’s talking.”
“What are your instructions?”
Simple question.
I answered just as simply.
“I want her removed.”
Silence.
Listening.
“Not permanently,” I added.
Another pause.
“Understood.”
I leaned back slightly.
“So?”
“We bring in external strategists.”
I watched her for a second.
“Outsource my crisis?”
“Resolve it,” she corrected.
Hmm.
I tapped my fingers once on the desk.
“Options?”
“I can prepare a shortlist,” she said.
Modded.
“Do that.”
Then added-
“Best firms. Not popular ones. Not loud ones. The best.”
“Yes, sir.” 1
“In this country and neighboring ones.”
She nodded again.
“Understood.”
And then she left.
Efficient.
Exactly why I keep her.
Three hours later, she was back.

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