Lifestyle creep

 The producer was a thin, thirty something aggressive woman. With a smile that said I'll find a way to fuck you over if you don't get it done.  
But I didn't have the courage to include the newly discovered scandal. An event that would potentially break our contract with the central subjects. The producer said that if i didn't exploit that sensitive information she would shut the project down.
Beyond my pang of conscience, I knew that if the shit hit the fan, I would be the one left holding the bag.
The top brass took accountability for nothing pushing it all onto their semi informed employees.
So as I couldn't lose the gig I neeeded to find a way to include something without our central subjects suing us.
I reflected on exactly how this would impact our subjects. A young family whose reputation would be destroyed not by their own deeds but by the deeds of an unscrupulous organization, that seemed to have so much in common with my own producer, who was on the verge of firing me for having a conscience.
I decided to anonymously reach out to a news network to expose my overzealous producer.
The director of the news network somehow got my producer fired.
The director visited me in my office, unbeknownst to me, he was a silent partner in teh company I worked for. he told me I would be promoted. One week later I was given two employees to finish the documentary. The director left a voice message for me telling me to have the employees expose the sensitive information. Then after the production deny any involvement.
I suddenly felt like my female producer. Except now I had a new luxury apartment, a company car, and my ego had become my brain's new decision maker. I said to hell with it. Burn the grunts, and expose the vulnerabilities of that sweet family we set out to protect.