"Arrest him for corporate espionage right now."
The senior board member screamed the order at the top of his lungs. He pointed a violently trembling finger directly at Ryan Parker.
The Elysium proxy executive realized the young sovereign was actively standing at the master server terminal. The entire corporate coup was suddenly in massive jeopardy.
A dozen armed corporate security guards rushed the main stage from the VIP wings. They reached simultaneously for their heavy tactical batons. They intended to physically drag the billionaire away from the keyboard.
Magnus Mace stepped out from the deep shadows of the stage curtain.
The giant mercenary did not draw a weapon. He simply cracked his massive knuckles in the harsh stage lights. The sharp, bone crushing sound echoed clearly over
