The vibration of the smartphone in Dominic Mylod’s pocket was subtle, but to his heightened senses, it felt like a clarion call. He caught a glimpse of the screen: a message from Jake Powley.
"My Lord, the chess pieces are set. The board is yours."
Eddison Flynn didn't notice the exchange. He was too busy reveling in the sound of his own voice, stepping into Dominic’s personal space with a smirk that dripped with condescension. He reached out, his manicured fingers mockingly brushing the lapel of Dominic’s worn jacket, smoothing out a wrinkle that wasn't there.
"Tell me, Dominic, do you even understand the words coming out of your mouth?" Eddison laughed, glancing back at the rest of the Flynn family for approval. "This is Quantrix Corporation. They don't deal with gutter trash. They ar
