FAZER LOGINMarcus calls an emergency meeting. His office. Just the leadership team.Me. Lucian. Marcus. Sophia."We have an opportunity. Big opportunity. Potentially game-changing for the firm."He slides a folder across the table. I open it.TechVista Corporation. Major tech company. Currently facing a massive data breach scandal. Stock down forty percent. CEO under fire. Board in chaos."They want to hire us. Crisis management. Full engagement. Six-month contract. Two million dollars."I stop breathing. Two million. For one client. That's more than our entire first-year projection."What's the catch?" Lucian asks."They want to announce the engagement publicly. Big press conference. Position us as the crisis experts who are going to save them. Use our story, our credibility, our survival as proof they're taking this seriously.""That's what we wanted. Visibility. Credibility. Proof of concept.""There's more. They want exclusivity. Six months where we take no other crisis clients. We work sole
The conference room at Vale and Blackwood Consulting feels too big for just the four of us.Me. Lucian. Marcus. Sophia.Our first official strategy session since launching. Six months in. Time to assess. Plan. Grow.Marcus has charts. Spreadsheets. Projections. Everything organized perfectly."Five clients currently. Revenue at eight hundred thousand for the first six months. Projected to hit two million by year end if we maintain current trajectory.""That's good, right?" I ask."That's excellent for a startup. But we have capacity for more. Much more. We're only utilizing about forty percent of our available resources. We could handle ten clients comfortably. Fifteen if we hire support staff."Lucian leans forward. "What's holding us back? Why aren't we landing more clients?""Awareness. People don't know we exist yet. The gala announcement helped. The press coverage helped. But we're still new. Still unproven at scale. Potential clients are waiting to see results before committing.
The email arrives three days after Mrs. Caldwell's intervention.Subject: **We need to talk.**From: Vanessa Hart.My blood goes cold. I haven't heard from her since the settlement. Since she disappeared. Since everything ended.I almost delete it. Almost don't read it.But something makes me open it.**Ariana,****I know I'm the last person you want to hear from. I know I have no right to contact you. But I need to tell you something. Something important. Something that affects you and Lucian.****Can we meet? Coffee? Public place? One hour. That's all I'm asking.****Please.****Vanessa**I stare at the screen. Vanessa wants to meet. Vanessa needs to tell me something important.This is a trap. Has to be. Another manipulation. Another attack. Another scheme.But what if it's not? What if it's real? What if she actually has information?I show Lucian. He reads it. Face darkening."Absolutely not. It's a setup. She's trying to manipulate you. Get close. Cause problems. Whatever. No."
Six months after the gala. Six months after going public. Six months after everything.Life has settled into a rhythm. Work. Home. Emma. Family. Normal.Vale and Blackwood Consulting launched successfully. Five clients secured. Revenue projections exceeded. Success building steadily.The scandal feels distant now. Old news. Something that happened to other people.But Mrs. Caldwell has been quiet. Too quiet. Watching. Observing. Waiting.I find her in the kitchen. Early morning. Making breakfast. Like always.But her face is different. Serious. Concerned."Ariana, sit. We need to talk."My stomach drops. Mrs. Caldwell never demands. Never commands. Always suggests. Gently.This is different."Is everything okay? Is it Emma? Lucian?""Everyone's fine. Physically. But I'm worried. About you. About this family. About what I'm seeing.""What are you seeing?"She sits across from me. Folds her hands. Takes a breath."I've worked for the Blackwood family for twenty-three years. I raised Luc
Tuesday morning. I’m at my new desk. Different floor. Different department. Same company.The reassignment is official. I report to the CMO now. Not Lucian.It’s strange. Good strange. Professional strange.Lena appears with coffee. “Saw Ethan’s Twitter thread last night. Holy shit.”“I know. I didn’t expect that.”“Public apology. Taking responsibility. Actually admitting he was wrong.” She sits. “Hell must have frozen over.”“Or he finally hit rock bottom.” I pull up the thread. Read it again. “I don’t forgive him. Not yet. But this is, it’s something.”“It’s growth. Or the beginning of it.” Lena checks her phone. “Also, Camille Brooks just posted something. You should see it.”My stomach drops. “What now?”She shows me. Instagram post. Camille in a studio. Professional makeup. Serious face.**Big interview dropping tonight. Vanessa Hart speaks her truth about the Blackwood scandal. You won’t want to miss this. 9 PM EST. Link in bio.**“She’s doing a video interview,” I say. “Full p
Ethan watches the news from his apartment.Lucian won. Again.Shareholder vote. Board confidence. Everything intact.And Ariana still at his side.The scotch in his hand tastes like failure.Vanessa’s pacing. Phone in hand. Furious.“This is your fault,” she says. “You were supposed to testify. Tell them what she did. What they did.”“I tried. Vaughn said my presence was enough. That I didn’t need to speak.”“Well it wasn’t enough. They won. Again. And we look like bitter exes who can’t move on.”“We are bitter exes who can’t move on.”Vanessa stops. Stares at him. “Speak for yourself. I’ve moved on. With you. Remember?”“Have you? Because you’ve spent three months obsessing over Ariana. Feeding information to Camille. Coordinating with Vaughn. That’s not moving on. That’s revenge.”“It’s justice.”“It’s pathetic.” Ethan sets down his glass. “I’m done, Vanessa. With this. With the schemes. With you.”“What?”“You heard me. This thing between us? It was never real. It was just, conveni







