Cost of Truth

In this world, many had different beliefs of what was moral and what wasn't, but at some level, there are certain things people all generally agreed were vastly immoral.

Brooklyn didn't need to be told that this was one of them.

After being admonished by the media manager, she sat in her office, her fingers pressing against her temples, eyes staring blankly at the wooden desk that had been hers for years.

Brooklyn loved coffee, yet the steaming cup sat untouched beside her laptop, its aroma mixing with the faint scent of old books and printer ink.

Papers were scattered in front of her, but she wasn't seeing them.

Her thoughts swirled like a storm, crashing violently against the walls of reason. How could she just let this go?

She understood how politics worked. She had even played the game herself, spinning narratives, omitting inconvenient truths when necessary.