[Intro]
Three contracts. One office.
Two directors, related. Seventeen payments —
Confirmed.

[Verse]
The registry answers what the printer hid —
Three bidders shared one accountant's bid.
Two directors' names appear again
Right beside the man who ran the campaign.

No secret room, no suitcase cash,
No villain with a golden ring —
Just signatures and invoices,
Just an ordinary little string.

[Pre-Chorus]
Five days. Forty calls. Frank cuts one word: "scheme" —
"We haven't proved intent. Keep it clean."
Every number checked and still connected true.
I hit SEND — then: "Lacey's tweeting, too."

[Chorus]
The story under the tweet,
Buried where the numbers don't meet.
Public money, in one place,
Underneath a famous face.
The story under the tweet —
Five days of work beneath one beat.

[Verse]
The homepage flips before my eyes —
TOP STORY: LACEY RESPONDS. My story shrinks in size.
From one, to four, to six, to gone.
Audience Growth calls the reaction curve "a bomb."

[Frank] "People paid twelve million pounds."
[Manager] "That's niche news, not the crowd."
My headline drops below a slideshow of designer heels,
While twelve thousand comments guess how her smile really feels.

[Chorus]
The story under the tweet,
Buried where the count's complete.
Public money, given away,
Buried under a viral display.
The story under the tweet —
Documents beneath the heat.

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
[Frank] "We did the work." [Maya] "And nobody sees."
[Frank] "Somebody does." He points at the tips:
[Reader] "YOU'RE MISSING THE PROPERTY LEASE."
[Reader] "CHECK COMPANY NUMBER FOUR."

[Breakdown]
One reader. One document. One call. One door.
One fact opens one fact more.
No trending tag, no viral heat —
The story keeps breathing under the tweet.

[Build-up]
We add the lease. We add the denial. We add the dates.
Seven-twenty: the council announces a review.
[Editor] "Should we move it up?" [Frank] "Yes."
[Editor] "Above Lacey?" [Frank] "Yes."

[Final Chorus]
The story under the tweet
Climbs back up from the lower sheet.
Public money, no more delay —
Now the council can't look away.
The story under the tweet —
Seventeen minutes, brief and neat.

[Outro]
Then Lacey posts a video.
[Editor] "Do we have a clip?"
Frank says nothing.
The red BREAKING NEWS button lights — for the first time.