"No one can touch us, Richter, because my father controls the very breath of this city economy, and if I so much as whisper a single word into his ear, any clan you choose will be reduced to absolute beggary by tomorrow afternoon."
Lady Diana let out a sharp, melodic laugh that echoed through the massive, high security corridors of her family private estate. The heavy brass doors behind them sealed shut with a rhythmic series of mechanical clicks, locking out the humid air of the botanical gardens and replacing it with the dry, chilly atmosphere of the deep vault levels. Richter followed half a step behind her, his head bowed at a perfectly submissive angle, though his eyes carefully traced the intricate security laser grids mapping the stone walls. They descended a grand spiral staircas
