Chapter 4

Starwing Media, located in the core area of the city's most bustling Central Business District.

When I stepped into the top floor of the building, I was greeted by Starwing's CEO, Liam Kincaid.

He wore a impeccably tailored dark grey bespoke suit. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were deep and sharp, exuding the calm composure and intimidating presence of someone at the top. Unlike Ethan Vance's superficiality, built on stolen achievements, Liam Kincaid was a true industry titan—decisive, with keen insight.

"Summer Reed?" He flipped through my portfolio, his long fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. "This 'Starfall Project'—the industry credits Serena Monroe for it, but after reviewing the underlying logic and writing style, it's identical to the other cases in this portfolio. You wrote it, didn't you?"

My heart skipped a beat, then I nodded candidly. "Yes."

Liam Kincaid closed the folder, a hint of admiration playing on his lips. "Ethan Vance is truly a fool, treating a raw talent as a mere stepping stone. Welcome to Starwing, Director Reed. Here, we only value ability, not background."

"Thank you, Mr. Kincaid." I took a deep breath, feeling my blood stir with excitement.

Life at Starwing was incredibly busy but immensely fulfilling.

Without menial tasks and endless emotional manipulation, I could finally dedicate all my energy to the creative work I loved.

Liam Kincaid gave me immense authority and trust. Leading my new team, we brainstormed day and night, tearing things down and rebuilding, then tearing down and rebuilding again.

In just one month, the "Project Lumina" full-case marketing campaign I spearheaded became an overnight sensation. Not only did it secure Starwing its biggest S-tier client of the year, but it also shattered industry conversion rate records.

My name, "Summer Reed," appeared prominently on the front pages of major industry media for the first time.

No longer someone's assistant, no longer someone's shadow, I was Starwing Media's Star Creative Director!

Meanwhile, Ethan Vance's life was going downhill.

Without me, his ghostwriter, the quality of his company's creative output plummeted. Serena Monroe, that incompetent woman, couldn't hold up the facade at all. Her cobbled-together proposals were torn apart by clients.

I heard that in just two months, Ethan had lost three major clients. His company's performance was cut in half, and the board of directors put immense pressure on him.

He finally panicked.

He started frantically calling and SnapChatting me.

"Summer, have you thrown enough of a tantrum? Come back, your position is still waiting for you."

"Summer, Serena really is incompetent, I admit I was wrong. As long as you come back, I'll promote you to Associate Director immediately!"

"Summer Reed! Don't push your luck! Do you think Starwing really values you? They're just using you to get at me!"

Looking at those messages on my screen, which ranged from patronizing offers to desperate fury, I found it utterly ridiculous.

I immediately blocked his number and turned my attention to preparing for the next, even bigger project.