The storm didn’t fade it grew teeth.

Within forty-eight hours of Harold Tyler’s outburst, his grief had transformed into strategy. His business empire stretched across industries construction, media, luxury imports and one by one, his allies began to fall in line behind him.

By Monday morning, Maya’s phone was flooded but this time, not with hateful messages. It was worse.

April burst into her office, her face pale. “Ma’am,” she said breathlessly, “three of our clients just called. They’re canceling their orders. They said it’s… because of the Tyler situation.”

Maya froze, the words sinking like stones in her chest. “What?”

“They said they can’t risk their brand image right...