"Galileo turns to Richter, his eyes desperate, and asks him to manage the city’s total financial recovery at any cost."
The old man’s words hung in the stale, heavy air of the study, a final testament to his absolute failure. Richter looked down at Galileo, his expression a carefully maintained mask of stoic professionalism. He felt the cold, hard weight of the ledger and the keys in his pocket, the tangible proof of a dynasty’s end. Outside, the sounds of the riot had intensified, a rhythmic thumping against the estate gates that felt like the heartbeat of a dying giant. Galileo was no longer a threat; he was merely a nuisance, a relic of a past that Richter had already dismantled with surgical precision.
"Rest assured, my Lord," Richter said, his voice as smooth and steady as flowin
