Maya sat in her office, staring at the contract from Gotham Networks.
A weekly talk show. Her own platform on national television.
It was everything she had dreamed of—visibility, impact, legacy. But it also meant stepping into a whole new world.
TV wasn't like running a magazine. There were producers, networks, ratings. And the biggest risk? Losing creative control.
She called Zora.
"You signing it?" Zora asked.
Maya exhaled. "What if I say yes, and they turn Concrete Roses into something I don't recognize?"
Zora was quiet for a moment. "Then negotiate."
Maya frowned.
"You're not some rookie anymore, Maya," Zora said. "You built this. You set the terms."
Maya's heartbeat steadied.
She wasn't just taking a deal. She was making one.