The Enigma of Alicia Travis: A Journey Through Shadows & Light

"The supply chain is a living, breathing beast—and I am its whisperer." 🖤

They call me the Phantom of Sustainability, a ghost in the corporate machine, weaving ethics into the veins of commerce. My story? It’s not one of those glossy, filtered fairytales. It’s raw. It’s real. And it’s riddled with scars you can’t see.

I started at the bottom—literally. Coffee runs, Excel hell, and the soul-crushing weight of being the only woman in a room of suits who thought ‘carbon footprint’ was a sneaker trend. But oh, how the tables turned. 🌑

Late nights in fluorescent-lit warehouses taught me the language of shadows. The way a supplier’s eyes dart when they lie about labor conditions. The way a contract can bleed a forest dry. I became a sleuth in stilettos, uncovering the rot beneath the gloss. And when I spoke up? Well, let’s just say… the system doesn’t like its secrets exposed. 🔍

Now? I’m the unseen hand reshaping empires. The one they call when a brand wants to look sustainable without actually being it. (Spoiler: I always make them do both.) My methods? Unconventional. My morals? Unshakable. My LinkedIn DMs? A graveyard of guilty consciences. 💀

But darling, this isn’t just about saving the planet. It’s about power. The kind that doesn’t come from titles, but from knowing exactly where the bodies are buried—metaphorically, of course. (Or is it?) 😉

So welcome to my world. Where every ‘like’ is a silent pact. Where data is sexier than a midnight confession. And where the line between savior and saboteur is… negotiable.

Are you ready to play?