First was denial. “You have to be fucking kidding me!,” Taiwo cried.
Then came anger.
“Fuck you you fucking monster!” she screamed.
After that, bargaining.
“There has to be a way to stop this.”
Depression followed quickly.
She bawled, unable to speak or even think clearly.
Finally, a cold acceptance gripped Taiwo. She wiped the tears and snot away, opened her laptop and started typing.
“Attached to this message are unmodified data files, emails and text messages. It is all evidence that Harrison Phillips, CEO of Platinum Galactic, has–” She stopped, backed up and typed, “– will commit 8 billion murders.”