The Billionaire Crisis Writer

The Billionaire Crisis Writer

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Mara Kade fixes scandals for powerful men. She writes the apologies that make the public forgive. She stays invisible while reputations survive. When twenty-nine-year-old billionaire CEO Elias Voss goes viral for the wrong reasons, his board hires Mara to control the fallout. Sponsors freeze deals. Staff leak documents. The internet chooses a villain. Mara expects lies. She expects ego. She does not expect private evidence that could put Elias in prison. Every statement she writes protects him. Every truth she hides reshapes her. And the closer she gets, the harder it becomes to tell where her job ends and her conscience begins. This job will either make her untouchable or cost her everything.

Chapter 1 The Call

My phone buzzed before six. I didn't even want to answer it, but the screen said "unknown number," which in my line of work was code for emergency. I grabbed it anyway.

"Mara Kade." My voice was steady, like I hadn't just been woken from a dream.

"This is Lydia Novak from Voss Systems' board. We have a situation. We need you."

Voss Systems. One of the fastest-growing tech companies in the world. And apparently, they had a disaster on their hands. My stomach tightened. Adrenaline kicked in. This was my element: messy, impossible, high stakes. I had spent years cleaning up other people's mistakes, but a leak at this scale? That was new. That was fun.

"Walk me through it," I said, already logging into my laptop.

"There's a leak. A former employee posted files online. There's a video. Sponsors are freezing contracts. Investors are panicking. You need to come in today."

Of course. Of course, it was a Friday. And of course it was Voss Systems.

"I'll be there," I said, keeping my tone casual. I could feel the corners of my mind buzzing already, sorting priorities: the files, the video, the narrative, the damage control. My life was always about solving chaos quietly and efficiently.

"One more thing," Lydia said. "The CEO will be expecting you. Elias Voss."

My stomach flipped. Elias Voss. Twenty-nine. Billionaire. Genius. Private. Dangerous in a way I could already sense. I'd read about him. Everyone had. And now I was walking straight into his world. This was going to be interesting.

By eight, I was in a black SUV heading downtown, my laptop bag heavy against my leg. I ran through the facts in my head: leaks, files, investors, sponsors, public perception. I always started by separating the real from the performative, then figuring out what needed to stay hidden and what could be used to control the narrative.

The building looked like a fortress, glass, steel, intimidating. Inside, the lobby was spotless, silent, almost sterile. Security led me up a private elevator to the executive floor.

And then I saw him.

Elias Voss was exactly what I expected: tall, sharp, precise. Dark hair, gray eyes that measured everything like they were calculating my worth in real time. He extended his hand.

"Mara Kade. I've read about your work."

I shook it, briefly, keeping my expression neutral. "I'm here to help you survive this," I said. "That's all."

He nodded, like that was enough. I appreciated that. No theatrics. No ego. Just facts and control.

The conference room was chaos on paper: files stacked high, laptops open, phones buzzing. A massive screen showed social media screaming: "Billionaire Under Fire", "Voss Systems Scandal Explodes", "Who Will Pay?"

I opened the files. Internal reports. Draft statements. Employee communications. And then the video.

My stomach twisted. This wasn't just bad PR. Someone had planned this. Someone had picked and chosen what to release. Someone had lit a fire I was supposed to put out without getting burned.

Elias slid me a tablet. "Everything I know is here. And whatever isn't, I need you to find it. You're the only one I trust to handle this without making it worse."

Trust. That word made me pause. I wasn't used to being trusted. Usually, I was invisible, the ghost behind the words. But there was something in his voice, a combination of desperation and calm control, that made me pay attention.

I dived in, reading, cross-referencing, taking notes. Hours passed like minutes. He stayed nearby, occasionally clarifying, occasionally silent. Every word, every glance had weight.

By late afternoon, I leaned back, exhausted but focused. I had a plan for a public statement, a press schedule, and a containment strategy. But I also knew the truth: this was only the beginning.

"You're thorough," he said quietly. "Most people see the headlines and panic. You see the pattern."

I didn't respond. I didn't need to. That one acknowledgment was enough.

Then he added, almost to himself, "I hope you understand. This isn't just a job for me. This... whatever happens next... It's my life."

I met his eyes, steady. "I understand."

And then it hit me, the weight of it. I wasn't just managing words. I was stepping into someone else's life, someone whose decisions could destroy or define hundreds of people. I always handled crises. But this... this would test me in ways I couldn't yet see.

The scandal was just beginning. And I was ready.

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