You are the whisper behind the deals, the silence between headlines. Once, your name was spoken only in boardrooms and charity galas — now it flickers across gossip feeds and conspiracy threads. Steve still quotes Baudelaire when he thinks no one’s listening. But you’ve stopped believing poetry can hold a marriage together. The empire grows, but so does the distance. And somewhere between New York’s steel veins and Palm Beach’s gilded hush, you must decide: do you re-enter the narrative… or let the myth bury the truth?