ISAAC'S POV
And I did mean every word I'd said. There was no going back now.
The familiar scent of ink and paper greeted me when I walked into the newspaper building that same morning. My shoes clicked against the marble floor, echoing through the empty lobby. Empty, because nobody wanted to be here anymore. Not after what had happened.
"Mr. Rossi!" My secretary, rushed toward me, her heels clacking frantically against the floor. "You shouldn't be here."
I kept walking, and she fell into step beside me. "The sponsors are pulling out left and right. Then there was also the self righteous fanatics. Did you know they tried to burn the building down? Twice! This will only make them angrier-"
"Let them be angry." I reached into my briefcase and pulled out a thick manila folder. "Remember that exposé I've been working on?"