She was greeted by a swarm of reporters on her way to Bright Lights Media.

That day, she was the picture of patience and accessibility, engaging warmly with the media.

She carried herself with quiet grace, carefully steering clear of any comments that might disparage the Morgan family or Robert, embodying the very notion of turning the other cheek.

Internally, Fernanda acknowledged that a significant portion of her public demeanor was for show. But what did it matter, really?

When she walked into the Bright Lights Media office, the place was buzzing with morning energy and chatter.

The moment she stepped in, the vibe cranked up a notch.

Fernanda asked with a smile, “What’s got everyone so lively today?” A young woman with glasses chimed in, “Miss Morgan, we saw those reporters snag you on your way in. We were about to swoop in and save you, but Rosita put a stop to that idea.”

Rosita gave her a look. “Hey, you’re new around here, and already spilling secrets?”

The young woman laughed, undeterred. “Come on, you yourself said Miss Morgan could’ve dodged the reporters if she wanted. But clearly, she wanted a little spotlight.”

“Exactly.” Fernanda nodded in approval, knowing that Rosita had seen through her intentions. “I gave them a chance for an interview since the other Morgans are distancing themselves from the public. Our company’s doing so well, and we might as well help others hit their marks.”

The employees had been buzzing about this because the story was hot off the press, and the narratives they were pushing held significant weight.

Previously, Fernanda had kept her distance from the media industry.

Though she read the news daily, she never pictured herself becoming a media magnet.

Now, the game had changed. Owning a media company, she was diving deep into strategies to boost audience engagement and keep the stories alive.

The public tended to root for the underdog, and Fernanda was exactly that.

Lately, Bright Lights Media had been leading the charts among small enterprises in value growth, with advertisers practically queuing up. One morning, as the news anchor enthusiastically broke down Bright Lights Media’s latest traffic stats, Robert had an epiphany—Fernanda had played him.

She had aired that recording and had someone pen the news piece, partly to defend herself but mostly to drum up buzz and valuation for her company.

Fernanda was playing the long game for her company. She mastered the art of turning adversity into profit.

Upon catching the news, Ector couldn’t help but admire Fernanda. She was tailor-made for this cutthroat world.

With her acumen, she could undoubtedly rise to be a stellar entrepreneur.

As he mulled this over, the TV screen went abruptly black.

It was because Robert had smashed it.

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