She's spent a decade writing the words powerful people can't bring themselves to say. She's very good at it. This time, she may be too good.
When Sloane Adler is hired to draft a public apology for a Silicon Valley CEO whose "human flourishing" platform secretly harvested emotional vulnerability data and sold it to insurers and political campaigns, it looks like a clean, well-paid project. A statement. A few drafts. A deliverable.
Nine months and eleven drafts later, not a single word has been sent.
The lawyers carve out every sentence that admits harm. The PR strategists debate sincerity as a positioning choice. The executives want the feeling of accountability without any of its costs. And Sloane-who has made a career of making indefensible positions sound defensible-begins to realize the apology was never meant to exist. The deliverable was always the performance of working on one.
Then she reads the blog posts of a whistleblower who was simply trying to tell the truth. And something shifts.
Scalpel-sharp and relentlessly funny, this is a novel about institutional remorse as an industry-and what it costs to be its most skilled practitioner.
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