The glass-walled conference room at Novus Dynamics hovered sixty floors above Manhattan, a pristine incubator where million-dollar deals were born and killed before lunch.

Julian stood at the head of the massive oak table, adjusting the cuffs of his Tom Ford suit. He was sweating, just a fraction,

The atmosphere at Vanguard PR was electric by the time I stepped off the elevator. Word of the Novus Dynamics deal had already leaked through the agency's internal Slack channels, and the bullpen was buzzing with the kind of manic, celebratory energy that only a multi-million dollar retainer could b

The Vanguard PR Anniversary Gala was exactly four days away, and our glass-walled Manhattan office was a hive of meticulously controlled hysteria.

Caterers were sending over final tasting menus, lighting technicians were demanding floor plans, and the junior staff were buzzing around like caffeina