"What guarantee that this won't be a half-baked attack?" he asked.
"We're not going to attack openly yet," I explained. "We'll expedite the acquisition of shadow shares, block their logistics channels through intermediary companies, and leak their internal conflict to the business media. We'll weaken them."
My father was silent for a long time.
"That can be done in a month," he finally said.
"Two weeks," I corrected.
He smiled faintly. "Ambitious."
"Exactly."
A few seconds of silence.
Then he nodded slowly. "Okay. We'll speed things up."
There were no questions about personal reasons.
There were no suspicions about someone named Ryne.
For him, this was purely strategic.
And it had to be that way.
Late that night, after the internal meeting concluded, I returned to my apartment
