The Billionaire Crisis Writer

it, but the screen said "unknown number," which in my l

steady, like I hadn't ju

oss Systems' board. We have

their hands. My stomach tightened. Adrenaline kicked in. This was my element: messy, impossible, high stakes.

" I said, already lo

ne. There's a video. Sponsors are freezing contracts

was a Friday. And of co

mind buzzing already, sorting priorities: the files, the video, the narrative, t

said. "The CEO will be e

ngerous in a way I could already sense. I'd read about him. Everyone had. And

n my head: leaks, files, investors, sponsors, public perception. I always started by separating the real from

ing. Inside, the lobby was spotless, silent, almost sterile.

en I s

e. Dark hair, gray eyes that measured everything like they

've read abou

ession neutral. "I'm here to help yo

I appreciated that. No theatric

en, phones buzzing. A massive screen showed social media screaming: "B

rts. Draft statements. Employee c

d this. Someone had picked and chosen what to release. Someone

d whatever isn't, I need you to find it. You're the on

as invisible, the ghost behind the words. But there was something in his voi

passed like minutes. He stayed nearby, occasionally clarifyi

plan for a public statement, a press schedule, and a containment

y. "Most people see the headlines

n't need to. That one a

understand. This isn't just a job for me. Th

s, steady. "I

o someone else's life, someone whose decisions could destroy or define hundreds of peo

just beginning.