The city buzzed like a live wire as the press release rippled across every social platform, triggering a wildfire of speculation, support, and shock.
By midday, news anchors were dissecting Amelia Sinclair’s statement on air. Analysts praised her audacity, while critics wondered aloud if she’d provoked a sleeping giant. But Amelia wasn’t watching the news. She was on a mission.
Her fingers danced over her laptop as she compiled a list of names—old colleagues, overlooked contacts, interns who’d moved on and up, and even a few rivals with grudges against Lark & Wolfe. She wasn’t building a team; she was assembling a strike force.
At the top of her list: Ivy Rowe.
Ivy had once been Wolfe’s golden girl—a former analyst who now ran her own boutique PR firm. She’d left the conglomerate three
