The skyline of Cyndral shimmered in gold and glass, but inside the executive suite of Everline, the air was ice.
Kara Vale stood before a curved screen showing a stream of analytics, memes, music reactions — all centered around him.
Liam Carter.
She remembered his pitch two years ago. Raw. Brilliant. Unpolished. She'd admired him then — not as an artist, but as a product. Untapped potential waiting to be honed. Or broken.
Now he was disrupting everything.
Worse, he wasn't alone.Nova. Dex. Ace. And now indie platforms backing him?
"They're forming a network," murmured Rhys Hale, her ever-silent assistant."A creative insurgency. No contracts, no chains."
Kara didn't flinch. "They won't last. Artists like Liam burn bright… and burn out faster."
She flicked a gesture at the screen. New trending hashtag:
#TheIndieWeb
She hated it.
Because deep down, she remembered what it felt like — to build something, to create instead of command.
But that girl was gone. Buried beneath boardrooms, betrayal, and brilliance.
"Activate Program Aurum," she said coldly."It's time we reminded the world who still owns the echo."
Rhys blinked. "Isn't that… risky?"
Kara smiled.
"Risk is how queens are made."
The End of POV