~ Lucien ~
“The numbers don’t lie, Lucien,” Elias said. His voice was sharp, cutting through the low hum of the Sterling Plaza’s lobby. “If we pull the funding now, Vale Industries will be in receivership before the market opens on Monday. It’s the killing blow you’ve wanted for two years. Why the hesitation?”
I didn't answer immediately. I stopped for a moment to adjust the cuff of my bespoke suit. My movements were precise. Every stitch of my clothing was a part of my armor. We were walking toward the revolving glass doors of the Plaza. This was neutral ground. It was a place where billionaires shook hands while trying to find the best place to twist the knife.
The lobby was a cavern of glass and polished marble. It was full of people. I saw socialites in silk dresses and executive as
