The newspapers arriving at our doorstep echoed the same narrative. Caldwell was the victim, the visionary betrayed. I picked up the *Tech Innovator Weekly* – a glossy photo of Caldwell, looking solemn, graced the cover.
The accompanying article painted me as “a disgruntled co-founder with a history of emotional instability,” implying I was trying to extort him.
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, tossing the paper onto the kitchen table. Kevin looked up from his coffee, his brows furrowed.
“They’re really going all in, aren’t they?” he said, his voice quiet.
Every channel, every podcast seemed to repeat Caldwell’s carefully crafted lies. I didn’t understand how the story had become so twisted, so quickly. I tried calling some journalists I knew, people I’d worked with on other projects, hoping they’d see through it.
“Sarah, I wish I could help,” one reporter, a former colleague, told me. “But this is… above my pay grade. There’s a lot of pressure.”
He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t have to. The message was clear: something powerful was at play, something that reached beyond the simple facts, silencing even those who might have wanted to help.
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