Outside the grand walls of the Moretti Foundation, chaos brewed like a storm. Reporters filled the entire front lot, their voices blaring through megaphones and microphones. Flashing cameras clicked nonstop, catching every moment of the rising scandal.
"Clifford Moretti, come down and defend these claims!"
"Is Elena telling the truth?"
"Are you the son of Gerald Moretti?"
The same frenzy played out at Orion Global Security. The scene was wild—journalists demanding answers, protest banners raised high.
"Is Orion Global protecting Gerald's drug empire?" one bold voice shouted.
"If a security firm becomes a drug house, it's no longer fit to protect civilians!"
"Shut down Orion Global now!"
In her sleek office high above the noise, Britney paced. She heard the chants loud and clear. Panic twisted in her gut. The entire company was dangling on a thread. Without wasting another second, she grabbed her phone and dialed Clifford's number.
