"You just wired five hundred million dollars in liquid cash to a bankrupt industrial zone."
Victoria Price stared at the blinking financial terminal on her encrypted tablet. She looked completely terrified.
"I cleared out our entire first quarter streaming revenue," Ryan Parker confirmed smoothly. He signed the final real estate acquisition document on his pristine glass desk.
"The Elysium Summit owns every single music manufacturing facility on the planet," Victoria pleaded. "We need five million physical records by the end of the month to secure the Global Platinum Certifications. You just bought three abandoned automotive factories in Ohio."
"I did not buy factories, Victoria," Ryan corrected her cleanly. "I bought raw industrial sovereignty."
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