Clarissa’s Countermove

The office is quiet, almost too quiet. The dim lighting casts long shadows against the walls, the only light coming from the soft, steady glow of a laptop screen. Clarissa leans forward in her chair, the hard edge of the desk digging into her palms. The file in front of her is thick, pages filled with damning evidence—documents that link Kamala directly to corporate bribery schemes. She can feel the weight of the moment pressing in on her, the decision that could unravel everything.

Her fingers tap nervously on the table, though her mind is laser-focused on the task at hand. She knows this is dangerous territory. If Kamala catches wind of this, there’s no telling what she might do. The stakes are higher than they’ve ever been, but Clarissa is used to being on the edge.