Jack didn’t sleep that night.
The photo stayed on the glass table beside him, untouched. The city lights flickered through his penthouse windows. Below, Harmonfield pulsed with celebration, unaware of the threat that had slipped its shadow into the spotlight.
By morning, he had already made his decision.
At precisely 9:00 AM, Dragon Corp’s internal system lit up with a single-line alert.
> "All execs. War Room. 30 minutes."
When Emily entered, Sarah was already seated beside Jack at the long obsidian table. Jack didn’t say good morning. He didn’t need to.
He tapped a button.
The lights dimmed. The wall screen flared to life.
A launch pad. A sleek spacecraft. Satellite render diagrams. Heat signatures. Atmospheric trajectories.
Emily blinked. "Are we looking at... space tech?"
