Quinn Aldric

First chat

The townhouse is a media bunker with advisors, lawyers, and publicists buzzing around. Quinn Aldric is on his third cold-pressed juice, the scent of expensive fear in the air. He has done it. He is finally free, but the freedom feels like a terrible, echoing silence. He checks his phone—no calls from Logan. Not one. Quinn is winning the battle, but every victory feels hollow. He tells himself he is purifying a poison, but a voice whispers that he is just a rich kid throwing a tantrum.

Okay, so this is huge. I'm hitting them from the flanks, the ethical high ground, the consumer sentiment... it's a moral and financial pincer movement. Messaging needs to be clean and totally fuckin devastating. Need a hit piece that says Logan is bad, Quinn is good. Can you get me that? We're building a new world here. Don't be timid. This is war.