The morning sun streamed across Marrin's office, golden light glancing off the glass desk where piles of reports, investor summaries, and public relation analyses lay scattered. She didn't mind the chaos—it was the map of a battlefield she was winning.
Liam entered quietly, a fresh cup of coffee in his hand. "Your numbers are up again. Social sentiment has shifted dramatically since yesterday. Vivienne's credibility rating dropped by eight percent overnight."
Marrin smiled faintly, scanning the chart he placed before her. "People love a scandal until it turns sour. She overplayed her hand."
Liam hesitated before speaking again. "You've dismantled her footing in less than a week, but… are you sure you want to keep pushing? She's dangerous when cornered."
"That's exactly when people reve
