The sun rose over the Alps the next morning, turning Lake Geneva into a sheet of sparkling silver.
It should have been the perfect beginning to my first day at the summit.
Instead, one message kept replaying in my head.
Welcome to the real game.
Whoever had sent it knew I was coming. They might have been expecting me for weeks, perhaps even years.
I couldn't shake the feeling that Geneva wasn't a fresh start.
It was another trap waiting to close around me.
I pushed the thought aside, dressed, and headed for the conference centre.
The building was even more impressive in person. Glass walls overlooked the water, sunlight flooded the spacious halls, and young leaders from every corner of the world gathered in excited groups. Different languages filled the air, blending into a lively
