"Forty percent of the company valuation vanished in sixty minutes."
The Head Arbiter delivered the financial death sentence through the encrypted video link.
Julian Vance stared at the glowing monitor in his ruined London office. His silver trousers remained stained with cold spilled tea. Sweat pooled in the collar of his expensive silk shirt.
"The market is reacting to the hijacked speaker footage," Julian pleaded. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "The viral momentum will stabilize by morning."
"The market is reacting to your incompetence," the Head Arbiter countered.
The ultimate enforcer of the Elysium Summit did not raise his voice. He did not need to shout to convey lethal intent.
"You deployed military sonic weapons against unarmed teenagers," the Arbiter stated cold
