The soothing and gentle sound of the cooling servers was the perfect balance to the fast-paced financial data streaming on the monitors in the pure, minimalist command pavilion of her Zurich penthouse. Standing in the middle of the spacious room, dressed in a sleek and fashionable deep charcoal grey silk suit, Casel's posture was stiff, and her power was impregnable. Liam was asleep in his special crib in the adjoining wing, protected by a high-tech private security force and biometrics grid that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars a month. Casel was no longer a victim running from shadows, she was a sovereign entity, which operates with unlimited financial leverage.
The alpine regions on the border that had been hacked to provide real-time satellite imagery were shown on the fingertips
