8. The Miracle Pill

|| Lilac’s POV || The press room was a whirlwind of motion, a tangled web of voices and movement where the scent of ink mixed with the sharp tang of fresh coffee. Reporters dashed between desks, their fingers flying over keyboards, their conversations an overlapping murmur of questions, speculations, and last-minute edits. The air crackled with energy, the kind that came just before a breaking story, and I slipped through it like a shadow, my pulse thrumming with adrenaline. I had no room for hesitation. No space for doubt.   My mission was simple, yet the weight of it pressed heavily on my shoulders. I needed to plant a single document, one carefully crafted to cast suspicion on Kael’s newest product. His so-called miracle pills, the ones he was about to unveil with grandeur and false promises. The world saw them as revolutionary. I knew better. If I succeeded, if the right person found my document and ran with it, it would spark enough uncertainty to slow him down. Just enough for me