"You must pay fifty million credits by midnight or face total corporate receivership," the underwriter stated.
The projection dissolved into a haze of static, leaving Christ standing in the dim, damp corners of the grounded hangar. The cold rain from the industrial sector bled through the shattered skylights, soaking his expensive tailored collar. He looked at his shaking hands, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the reality of his ruin finally settled into his bones.
"There must be another way to get the capital," Christ muttered to himself, his voice echoing hollowly against the metal walls.
"The banks have completely blacklisted your family signature," his primary security guard replied, stepping back into the shadows.
"Then we go beneath the banks," Christ said, his eyes t
