The fallout was spectacular, swift, and absolute.

By three o'clock that afternoon, the news of Julian Thorne’s public implosion was the number one trending topic worldwide. The video of Clara standing at the microphone, calmly dismantling Julian’s architectural lies while he sweated and stammered,

Six months later.

The scent of fresh plotting paper and espresso filled the sunlit expanse of Vance Architecture. Located on the forty-second floor of a sleek high-rise in Midtown Manhattan, the office was a hive of focused, vibrant energy. Phones rang in a steady, productive rhythm, junior designe