Present Day - Wednesday Morning
Elena Kozlov stares at the termination letter on her desk, the words blurring through her tears.
Effective immediately... breach of professional conduct... moral turpitude clause...
Twenty-three years of building her consulting practice, gone in a single paragraph.
"I'm sorry, Elena."
Richard Pemberton stands in the doorway of what used to be her office, his face a mask of corporate regret.
"The board voted unanimously. After yesterday's revelations about your involvement with Leon Hart, we can't maintain our relationship."
Elena looks around the space she's called home for over a decade. Awards on the walls. Photos from successful campaigns. The life she built after her divorce from the Russian oligarch who gave her his name and nothing else.
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