Mr. Davis POV
Strength didn’t lie in the weapon. It wasn't found in ancestry, promises, or murmured confessions.
It was documented in writing.
Documents that possessed properties. That drained empires. That governed the tempo of entire countries.
And at this moment, that document was on fire.
I gazed at the secured document illuminating my display within the exclusive boardroom of Davis Global Enterprises, twelve stories above the city, shielded by reinforced glass capable of enduring a nuclear explosion. Or at least that's what they claimed.
“Kara Grayson’s voiceprint has been verified on the surveillance footage,” said my head of cyber-intelligence, fidgeting uneasily at the table’s edge. "However, there's additional information..."
“Talk,” I ordered.
He paused.
"It wasn
