Cracks in the Corner Office
Silence, not festival roar, set off alarm bells. Steve missed our interview with a Dollywood creative director, and another deadline vanished.
My Slack threads turned red with frustration. I copied Lynne on every message; she replied, “Tuesday regroup.” I drafted a scathing exposé but paused—was this the story I wanted to tell?
Then an email arrived: “Profile opportunity: The Cult of Fran Apostle.” Their headline? “The Cult of Fran Apostle.” Subhead? Only my name. Suddenly, the cracks in the corner office felt like spotlights.