Chapter 9

Three days after the Hartwell presentation disaster, I sat in a conference room I'd never been allowed to enter before—the executive boardroom. The mahogany table gleamed under recessed lighting, and floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of downtown Los Angeles. I smoothed my

Chapter 10

Six months can change everything.

I stood at the podium, looking out at the sea of faces in Blackstone Entertainment's main conference hall. My red blazer—the same one I'd worn on that fateful day when I exposed Jake and Sophia—had become something of a personal trademark. A symbol of