"You have destroyed my administration, Ethel," the reigning mayor's voice screamed through the line, trembling with uncontainable, blind rage.
Rafael stood beside his polished mahogany desk, holding the heavy receiver to his ear with calm, unbothered poise.
The neon light of the city skyline filtered through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting long, dark shadows across his tailored suit.
"Destruction is merely the natural consequence of your own systemic rot, Mayor," Rafael replied, his baritone voice dripping with cold indifference.
"You think a few stolen financial documents give you the authority to dictate the future of Neon-Sunder?" the Mayor demanded, gasping for breath over the crackling telephone line.
"Authority is not given, Mayor. It is taken by those with the
