"Rea’s eyes light up with betrayal as she greedily accepts Giska’s dangerous proposition without hesitation."
Zeldin sat motionless in his private penthouse office, the expansive floor to ceiling windows framing the shimmering, synthetic sprawl of Neo-Soma below. The room was bathed in the cool, blue glow of multiple holographic monitors, each one displaying a different facet of his sprawling corporate empire. His expression was unreadable, a mask of calculated indifference that had earned him the title of the most ruthless executive in the High-Tier District. His fingers hovered over his desk interface, not moving, but his eyes were darting across the flickering lines of code and surveillance feeds with the predatory focus of a hawk tracking a rabbit.
He had been watching. For weeks,
