Mara sat in her office at the foundation, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on her shoulders. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting long shadows over the stack of files littering her desk. Each one held the name of someone who had abused their position, siphoned funds, or turned a blind eye to corruption. The foundation, which was meant to be a beacon of hope, had instead become a playground for the greedy.
She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. There was so much to clean up, so much filth to scrape away. From misallocated funds to shady partnerships, she had uncovered a network of deceit that had gone unchecked for far too long. It wasn't just about getting rid of corrupt people; some activities weren't legal, and deals that only benefited a select few while the very people they claimed to help continued to suffer.
