A monopoly is merely a theory until you press the single key that forces the entire planet to ask you for permission to move.
The central glass boardroom of the primary Vance Group headquarters looked out over the sprawling city lights, its polished dark wood tables reflecting a dozen active projection monitors. Ethan Vance stood at the head of the long table, his broad shoulders squared against his pristine white shirt as he inserted the chairman's master titanium key into the main terminal port. Sarah Vance sat at the primary engineer terminal nearby, her hands moving with intense speed as she initiated the file ingestion scripts.
"The master key is fully recognized by our localized database, Ethan," Sarah said, her voice carrying a deep sense of relief. "The encryption walls are comin
