"You'd be a voice, Vitya. Not only for the other people, but for our company. Do you know how much we could grow from this? Our competitors would be blown out of the water and I'm sure you and I would give you benefits never before seen in the company."
Yakov hid his smirk, pulling out his trump card that he knew would be the last push. "After all, don't you love surprising your audience? You haven't published anything in a while, imagine the reactions you'd get if you were to publish the first and only article about the sanctuary."
He pretended to look away as he took a sip of his water. "Besides, who knows what those people are really doing to those poor animals? They could be getting abused or starved or both. Doesn't it seem suspicious to you, how much the owner is prioritizing security and privacy?"
Viktor froze in the middle of standing up. He bit his lip and stared at him with calculating eyes before sighing in resignation and plopping back down. He grabbed the folder, much more intentional than before, and flipped it open to pull out one of the few photos.
Or: Viktor is an elite journalist for National Geographic and Yuuri runs an animal sanctuary that nobody knows anything about.