Jack stood in silence, staring at the mural a moment longer, Sarah's hand still in his. But in his mind, he wasn't just in Harmonfield anymore. He was already thinking about Zurich. About Tokyo. About New York. About Buenos Aires. Places where the pulse of money, innovation, and power didn't wait for headlines—they moved silently, like gravity.
"You have that look again," Sarah said softly, squeezing his hand.
"What look?"
"The one that says the world isn’t big enough for what you're building."
Jack smiled, faint but real. "It isn’t. Not anymore."
Three days later, Emily sat beside Jack on a private jet, a Dragon Corp seal stitched into the leather headrests. Below them, the Draconian border was a memory. They were headed to Geneva for a closed-door World Bank advisory session.
"Why
