The doors of Rainer PR swung open at 8:07 a.m., shattering the morning quiet that had settled like a thin film of calm over the glass tower. Inside, the air was brittle with tension that hung from the ceiling lights and static in the vents. The office phones rang unanswered. Interns scuttled past each other like ghosts afraid of their own reflections. And in the conference room three different presentation boards were mounted in a desperate lineup, each worse than the last.Cazien Wolfe stood with his back to the largest of them, arms folded tight across his chest, jaw ticking in the unrelenting silence. His gray suit was sharper than usual, pressed within an inch of its life, but there was something off; it was a flicker of disorder beneath the polished appearance he presented - his tie wasn’t straight and his cuff links didn’t match.“You’re wasting my time,” he said finally, his voice was like a blade honed on cold steel. “This campaign looks like a goddamn funeral for creativity.
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