The panoramic, floor-to-ceiling glass of the VanceTech penthouse offered a pristine, 8k-resolution view of the financial district’s morning skyline, but inside the command center, the atmosphere was a suffocating, high-pressure vacuum.
The European real estate victory in Rotterdam had secured the Titan Hub and bought the Vance dynasty a moment of absolute supremacy. But in the shadow war against Nathaniel Kain, supremacy was a fleeting commodity. If the Syndicate could not choke VanceTech’s logistics, they would attempt to poison its very foundation: its intellectual property.
The holographic ticker floating above the center of the glass conference table was bleeding. A relentless, cascading waterfall of crimson numbers projected the brutal reality of the morning's opening bell. VanceTec
