The ink on the acquisition of Plot 3 was barely dry, but the shockwaves were already radiating through the halls of the Lacy Corporation.
Inside her executive suite, Sarah Lacy carefully organized the signed contracts, her movements methodical and calm. She could hear the low, frantic buzz of conversation from the open-plan office outside her glass walls. To her, this was a strategic victory; to the staff, it was a glitch in the matrix. They couldn't reconcile the Sarah Lacy they thought they knew—the struggling "senior project director" who had been sidelined by her own kin—with the woman who had just brought the mighty Hunt family to their knees.
"Did you see the figure?" a junior accountant whispered by the water cooler, her eyes darting toward Sarah’s office. "One hundred and sixty m
