"Pour another glass of wine."
The CEO of Zenith Audio leaned back in his plush leather chair. He smiled a vicious corporate smile.
The VIP skybox overlooked the silent mega stadium. Eighty thousand fans sat slumped in their seats. The halftime show felt like a sterile funeral.
"The American boy is buried," the Zenith CEO gloated. "His gamers are paralyzed. His viral momentum is dead."
The ancient Elysium envoy sat in the deep shadows of the luxury suite. He rested his wrinkled hands on a heavy silver cane.
"Project Apollo executed the mathematical inverse," the envoy rasped. "The acoustic suppressant neutralized the dopamine receptors of the global audience. We erased his biological advantage."
"Team Apex looked like sedated animals," the CEO laughed. "My team slaughtered them in the
