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"He is a loud American teenager." Julian Vance delivered the insult with a cold aristocratic smile. The CEO of the Overseas Music Group stood behind a polished mahogany podium in London. Hundreds of camera shutters clicked in rapid succession. The bright flashes illuminated his tailored silver suit. Julian was the public face of the Elysium Summit. He controlled the global narrative. "Parker Pavilion experienced a brief regional surge," Julian told the international press pool. "We congratulate them on their local anomaly." "A local anomaly?" Victoria Price repeated in the Los Angeles control booth. Her fingernails dug into the leather back of a mixing chair. "We dominated the entire planet twelve hours ago." On the massive monitor Julian adjusted his silk tie. He projected the image

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