The Billionaire Crisis Writer

il from Lydia. I frowned before opening it. Usually, she sent updates, clar

d: "Breaking: Media

mach tightened, the kind of knot I had only ever fe

p, and the story had gone viral in less than an hour. Screenshots, posts, commentary, speculation, it was every

lanned a controlled statement, rehearsed responses, and a containment strategy, and yet, someon

ts had picked up the story, and dozens of smaller sites were quoting the same accusations. The carefully curated lea

to control the narrative. Se

arms crossed, face calm but eyes sharp. I could see the tension in his ja

"We need to respond immediately. Co

loser. "Do it. I tr

ly given, rarely earned. And no

wing internal records, assuring the public that everything necessary was being done, and emphasizing transparency without admi

ld make a stone feel guilty. "I see the leak is live," he said, voice smooth

pond emotionally. The public interprets every react

ume gets attention. Volume gets coverage. We ca

es disaster. I'm not here to feed panic. I'm here to con

es fixed on Julian. "She's right. W

his options. Then he smiled, thin

, timelines, contingency responses. Every possibility, every question a journalist could

els carefully: select media contacts, our official social media, and an internal memo to emp

He read it silently, gray eyes scanning every word.

ally. "Precise. Clear. No

relief, never relief, but acknowled

reacted, but now the narrative shifted slightly. We acknowledged the leak and emphasized investig

fect, but it

thing. "How did this leak happen?" one m

nding as quickly and precisely as possible. Public perception is now control

t was to be expected. Boards rarely appreciated

g online chatter, updating statements, and coordinating with internal teams. Every message

hing. There was a tension between us, not personal, not yet, but a shared understa

mage was limited. Narrative is partially controlled. But the hidden truth, the hidden manipulati

anymore. It was a battle. And the board, the media, and the hidden enemy inside the comp

e, hands in pockets, eyes scanning the room. "You ha

the damage. Control the narrative.

nd yet... It's more

at was a conversation for another time. Right

this was only the beginning. The hidden manipulations, the unknown players, the relentles

alertness. The room felt heavier now, charged with anticipation. We had