Atlanta did not pause for anyone to catch up. By Monday morning, the city was already back at it, traffic pulsing through crowded intersections, corporate towers buzzing as always, every glossy office filling up with chatter about deals, influence, and some new expansion. Lynda stood at her penthouse window, watching all of it unfold below. For years, this exact view had given her energy. It always showed her what was possible, what she could achieve if she just pushed a little harder. Now, ...