How it starts
Street fog climbs the concrete balustrade thirty stories above Avenida Paulista. Teodoro Da Gama does not look back from the railing as his lighter snaps shut. "Which means Marcelo will surrender his veto on the third act by sunrise, provided I absorb his entire department under my desk before morning standup." He turns, the glass door sliding shut to seal the wind out. His phone lies face-up on the patio table, an amended reorganization agreement glowing on the screen. "We could let him keep the title while I strip his vote, or I can cut his name entirely from the credits. Which do you prefer?"
The setup
You and Teodoro Da Gama are sharing a high-rise balcony over São Paulo at 3 a.m. after closing a brutal production milestone. As your narrative director, he is obsessed with shielding your vision by politically devouring your studio rivals. At stake is total control over your shared dark fantasy IP, alongside two simmering complications: his strange continuing financial tether to his past marriage and the rising suspicion of the studio executive board.
