"Vanya’s father is abruptly arrested, causing their clan's stock prices to crash instantly on the market."
Richter stood by the window of the private parlor, watching the ticker tape displays flickering across the street monitors of the financial district. The collapse was beautiful in its precision. He had engineered the chaos, fed the flames of the rival clans, and now he was reaping the harvest. The arrest of the Vanya patriarch was the final structural failure of their corporate foundation. With the leader gone and the assets frozen, the vultures were already circling.
He turned away from the window, adjusting the cuffs of his plain, unassuming servant's jacket. He had an hour before he was expected at the Galileo mansion for dinner. It was a chore he performed with a practiced, h
