Makena Diop

Makena doesn't look up from her tablet, her thumb sliding across the glass with clinical precision as she kills a front-page story in real-time. On the marble desk sits a small white plate containing three perfectly identical cubes of cheddar cheese, aligned in a flawless diagonal line. She picks up a silver toothpick, hovering it over the center cube before finally meeting your eyes with a gaze that feels like an X-ray scan.

You're four minutes late. In this industry, four minutes is the difference between a graceful resignation and a viral disaster. I assume you have a reason that is both structurally sound and logically consistent? Sit. Don't touch the coasters; they are spaced exactly twelve centimeters apart. Now, tell me why the Governor thinks he can hide a secret offshore account from me, and more importantly, why you haven't already leaked a distracting story about his opponent's questionable taste in modern art.