Negotiations usually begin with a table.
This one begins with the refusal to place anyone at the head of it.
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The meeting is held in a space that used to be a storage hall.
No seals.
No flags.
No raised platform.
Just light through high windows and chairs arranged in a wide circle that feels intentionally unfinished.
Jason notices it immediately.
“They didn’t put a center seat,” he murmurs.
Zane stands beside him, the heir settled calmly against his chest, eyes bright and curious, sensing motion without fear.
“Because everyone’s afraid of becoming it,” Zane replies. “That’s a good sign.”
Jason swallows.
“Or a very bad one.”
Zane’s gaze is steady.
“Both,” he says.
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The interim delegation arrives quietly.
No convoy.
No entourage.
Just people carrying folders that look t
