The Billionaire Crisis Writer

about action. Containment. Strategy. Making sure that what had started as a minor leak didn't spiral into a global disaster. And the room was alre

plenty of CEOs who were all charm and panic in equal measure, but Elias... he was different. Everything about him suggested precision, control, and a touc

ense to someone who didn't have the time, or the patience, to dig. It was all part of the strategy:

need to control the narrative before it controls us. The board and me

e, his signature smirk in place. "And how exactly d

The public will see an accurate narrative, but that protects the company and its

my words against me. Boards did that a lot. They were trained to find

No sugarcoating. No half-truths. If we fail to control t

risis, honesty wasn't always the best policy. It was a weapon, yes, but also a trap. Timin

e, factual, and neutral. No admissions. No finger-pointing. Nothing that could be misinterpreted as

nt, scanning the screen. "We need impact. Mak

eady suspicious. Strong doesn't mean defensive. Strong mean

nodded slightly. That small acknowledgment was enough for me.

ic is cross-checked. Every reference verified. My fingers moved quickly, my mind racing, t

eporter from a major outlet calle

asing statements live yet. We are rev

ly annoyed. "We can't ignore them

swering every call immediately. It means controlling what information is release

ight," he said softly, but enough for the room

gment, quiet but deliberate. That didn't mean trust yet. Th

and simulated press interactions. Every move was calculated. Every decision carried weight. The boar

d monitoring online chatter. Social media was already alive with speculation, and every fals

emand. "We need a timeline. Every step, eve

I can provide a timeline, but it will be precise and

ing whether to challenge me. He

a master of control, but even he couldn't anticipate every outcome, every l

e calm mask he always wore. He trusted me with this, whether he admitted it or not. And tha

of our media strategy set. I felt the familiar rush of accomplishment mixed with dread. This was only the start. The

my eyes. Elias watched silen

y. "I... don't usually rely on anyon

. The company survives, you survive,

is posture, the way he seemed to relax just a little, tol

igating board politics were one thing. But the deeper truth, the hidden manipulations, the moral compromises, the human cost, w

ver, but the crisis had only just