The morning came bright as a knife edge, shattering the grand corporate penthouse windows of the tower Richason like a physical knife into New York. But at the head of the long mahogany conference table stood Zeth Richason, his flawfully custom-made suit pristine, his pitch-black eyes blazing with the intensity of an apocalypse, so that the other members of the conference table lowered their eyes in complete silence. By his side was Nielle, dressed in a beautiful crimson silk dress, with her big arms tightly encircled by her fingers, while she was smiling at the gathering cameras. Now, with the multi-billion dollar winter merger just about to start, and a dangerous, triumphant adrenaline in the air.
The board was still, Nielle whispered, "The board is fully assembled, Zeth. Once the proxy
