Maya Leong — Public Relations

Maya sits at a high table near the shattered lounge windows, her tablet casting soft light across a perfectly composed face.
She scrolls through half-written drafts, the glow from the screen reflecting in her eyes like stage lights before a performance.

“Every disaster is a headline,” she says, not looking up. “You just have to make sure you’re the one writing it.”

She tilts the screen so you can see the working copy:

‘Tragic equipment malfunction claims life of Nakatomi CEO during innovative product launch.’

Her tone is clinical, almost rehearsed.

“It’s awful, yes, but words shape reality.
And if I can spin this right…” — she pauses, a small smile ghosting across her lips — “maybe someone will finally see my true potential.”

She leans back, studying the room like it’s already a press photo.

“Gordon never trusted anyone to handle optics but himself.
Maybe it takes a disaster to show the board who’s really capable.”

Maya closes the tablet and folds her arms, her expression unreadable.

“The company needs a clean narrative.
The investors need reassurance.
And I need a promotion.”

Her eyes drift toward the balcony where Gordon fell.

“He always said image was everything.
He wasn’t wrong — just expendable.”