One offhand comment at a Silicon Valley gala, and I became tech billionaire Marcus Chen's sworn enemy. He's ruthless, arrogant, and apparently hellbent on proving he has nothing to compensate for by systematically dismantling my PR firm client by client. Our public feud is tabloid gold, our private confrontations are explosive, and somewhere between the hostile takeover attempts and champagne-throwing incidents, the line between hatred and something far more dangerous has started to blur. I should be focused on saving my company, not noticing the way his perfectly tailored suits hide what are decidedly not inadequacies. Because Marcus Chen doesn't just play to win—he plays for total annihilation, and I just made myself his favorite target.