"Drink the vintage champagne."
Richard Murphy raised his pristine crystal flute toward the ceiling. The opulent ballroom of his private estate was packed with the wealthiest corporate investors in the country.
He desperately needed their capital to survive the night. The Elysium Summit had given him a strict deadline to destroy Ryan Parker.
"We experienced a slight public relations setback last week," Richard admitted smoothly to the massive crowd. "Parker Media generated a massive amount of unearned publicity. They convinced the public they were completely invincible."
Richard took a slow, arrogant sip of his expensive champagne.
"But youth is incredibly foolish," Richard continued. "Ryan Parker built a massive digital fortress and simply forgot to lock the back door."
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