The Palisades Media Group’s annual summit was, by design, a theater of power. Held in a sprawling Malibu compound, it was where the architects of global entertainment—studio heads, streaming czars, and A-list talent—gathered to measure their empires against one another. This year, the air smelled less of ocean salt and more of blood.
He walked away. Elena watched him go, then turned to find Olivia, who was already sketching the next season on a napkin. The Palisades Media Group’s annual summit was, by
“Elena,” Marcus said, not rising from his lounge chair. “I heard about your little Hail Mary. ‘Project Chimera.’ Merging Aegis’s ‘prestige horror’ division with that failing video game studio you acquired. Bold. Or desperate.” then turned to find Olivia