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Trump: If TikTok is Banned, I Will Drop out of the U.S. presidential race.
Scenario: Trump: If TikTok is Banned, I Will Drop out of the U.S. presidential race.
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Chapter One
Sarah
“Sarah, I need to talk to you.”
With a jolt, I snapped the laptop shut and looked around the deathly quiet office. The clock in the corner read 6:06 p.m., and the rest of the team had already left.
I had been so absorbed in my work that I hadn’t noticed the editor-in-chief standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. “Andrew, what’s up?” I asked, rising from my desk. “You know, if you’re looking for some juicy news, you better go to the press office. I’m still working on that angle about the president’s tax returns.” I was trying to sound nonchalant, but inside I was squirming with anxiety. Andrew had a reputation for being a ruthless boss, and I knew he didn’t just come to chat.
“Come to my office,” he said, turning on his heel and striding away without waiting for my response. I followed him down the corridor, my mind racing with all the possible reasons he might want to see me. Had I made some glaring mistake in my latest article? Or worse, was he going to reassign me to the fluff pieces, like the time I’d written a scathing exposé on the Secretary of State’s controversial fashion choices?
When we reached Andrew’s office, he gestured for me to sit down. His expression was serious, and my heart sank even further. “Listen, Sarah,” he began, “I know you’re one of our top reporters, and I have an important story for you. But this one is off the record. You can’t publish it until I give you the green light.”
My eyes widened in surprise. This was new. Andrew had never shared anything with me on an off-the-record basis before. It was a sign of how much he trusted me, and I wasn’t about to betray that trust.
“Of course, Andrew,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You have my word. What’s the story?”
He leaned in close, and I could see the fatigue in his eyes. “I’ve got a tip from a source in the White House,” he said quietly. “There’s been some backroom dealing going on with TikTok, and it goes all the way to the top.”
I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. TikTok was a hot topic right now, and any connection to the White House was bound to be explosive. “What kind of backroom dealing?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“I can’t give you all the details yet,” Andrew said, holding up a hand. “But I can tell you this much: it involves a major political donor and some serious conflicts of interest. The source has promised to provide more information soon, but I wanted to give you the heads-up first.”
“Thank you, Andrew,” I said, my mind already whirring with possibilities. “I’ll get right on it.”
“Just remember,” Andrew said, fixing me with a stern look, “this is off the record. Not a word until I say so.”
“You can count on me,” I replied.
Andrew nodded, and I could see the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He trusted me to handle this sensitive information, and I wasn’t about to let him down.
As I left his office, my head was already buzzing with thoughts of the potential story. If I could crack this open, it would be a huge scoop for the paper, and a major boost for my career.
There was just one problem: I didn’t have a lot of experience dealing with high-level sources like this. I’d spent most of my time as a reporter chasing down local stories and digging into small-scale scandals.
But I was determined to rise to the challenge. I had a knack for getting people to open up to me, and I knew that if I played my cards right, I could turn this tip into a blockbuster story.
I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Alex, the tech genius who had helped me in the past.
Hey, I need your help with a new story.
Can you meet me at the café on 7th at 9?
It’s urgent.
Alex had a way of getting to the bottom of things, and I was hoping he could work his magic on this new lead.
As I hit send, I knew that the next few days were going to be crucial.
If I could uncover the truth behind the White House’s dealings with TikTok, it would be a game-changer.
But I had to tread carefully—I was about to step into a world of power, money, and political influence that I’d only ever glimpsed from the outside.
It was a risky move, but I was ready to take the plunge.
I sat back in my chair, letting out a heavy sigh.
The office was empty except for Andrew and me, the rest of the team having long since left for the day.
It was no surprise that I was still there; I was known for being a bit of a workaholic.
But I couldn't help it - I loved my job as a tech journalist, and I was always on the lookout for the next big story.
Andrew had called me into his office for an off-the-record chat, which was unusual.
He looked conflicted as he told me that he had received a tip about a big story in the works, something that could have serious repercussions.
The source wanted us to hold off on publishing anything until they were ready to go public, but they needed our help to vet the information first.
It was a delicate situation, and Andrew seemed to be struggling with the decision of whether or not to get involved.
As he spoke, I could sense the weight of the responsibility he felt, knowing that this story could have far-reaching consequences.
It was clear that this was no ordinary tip - it had the potential to shake things up in a major way.
