"The American peasant will default at exactly midnight."
The ancient aristocrat raised a thick crystal goblet of vintage red wine. The twelve elite board members of the Elysium Summit sat around the massive circular stone table.
They were actively celebrating a flawless corporate execution deep inside their subterranean Swiss castle. Tomorrow morning was the absolute legal deadline for the Global Platinum Certifications.
"He has exactly zero physical sales," the junior envoy reported gleefully. "We own every single pressing plant in North America and Europe. He cannot print a single piece of plastic."
"The international tariffs will activate tomorrow," the ancient aristocrat stated smoothly. "We will legally confiscate ninety percent of his digital revenue across all foreign borders. W
