Your team is obsessed with AI. Your vendors are possessed by demons of greed. And you sit numb in front of the board.
I’m Constantine. No 400-slide Big 4 liturgy. No agile incense. I step into burning tech projects for several weeks, cast out the bullshit, ship working production, and vanish under strict NDA.
I don’t care who opened the gate.
Everyone makes bad bets. Maybe you summoned a $200/month AI oracle to vibe-code a monolith that collapses under 100 concurrent users. Maybe you fed your runway to an offshore body shop billing twelve “seniors” for two juniors. Maybe ex-consultants bled you dry for “alignment” while your release died in staging.
Save your confession for someone else. I’m not here to judge your sins—I’m here to stop the bleeding before your next board meeting, diligence audit, or demo day.
Execution physics without corporate theater.
The Fight Club Vow
First rule: nobody ever knows I was there. Ironclad NDA from minute one. No client logos on my site, no LinkedIn victory laps, no bruised egos. Your board sees a turnaround; you keep full credit.
Zero Corporate Liturgy
You dragged an unstructured pile of tech debt and vendor excuses into the room. If you’re ready to burn 90% of the bullshit without ego tears, we begin right away.
2 Weeks in Hell
I’m not another agency looking to camp on your payroll for three years. I take operational command of delivery, cut parasites out, enforce engineering discipline, and hand back a system that survives reality. First production results in two weeks.
One Heavyweight, No Acolytes
You deal directly with the operator who has stabilized critical systems from heavy industrial lines to regulated enterprise platforms. No account managers. No interns learning on your dime.
Staring at a red dashboard, exhausted?
Three sentences on what’s possessed your build. No pitch deck required. Mutual NDA sent before we look at a single line of code.