The Hart Senate Office Building was designed to intimidate.
Emma walked through its marble halls at 8 AM, Alexander beside her, security trailing discreetly behind. Cameras lined the corridor—news crews from every major outlet, plus international press who'd flown in to cover what had become the most anticipated Congressional testimony in recent memory.
"Mrs. Sterling! How do you respond to Senator Brennan's claim that you fabricated the Morrison threats?"
"Emma! Is it true the FBI is investigating you for fraud?"
"Will you address the conspiracy theories about your marriage being a publicity arrangement?"
Alexander's hand tightened on Emma's arm. She kept her eyes forward, refusing to engage. Maya had coached her: "Don't give them soundbites before you testify. Save everything for the official record."
