"Drive us there," Rafael commanded, settling comfortably against the leather cushions as the carriage doors locked shut. "It is time to collect our dividends."
Jax nodded quickly from the driver seat, tapping the automated console to engage the encrypted autopilot routing.
The black carriage glided smoothly away from the industrial gates, blending into the heavy flow of afternoon traffic.
Rafael turned his gaze toward the tinted side window, watching the damp concrete towers of Sector 4 fade behind them.
"The industrial acquisition went smoothly, but the political front requires immediate reinforcement," Lyra noted, keeping her hands folded neatly in her lap.
"Politics is simply another form of industry," Rafael replied, his baritone voice calm and measured. "Instead of steel and
