Lynch's words sliced through the final veil of reality like a knife, and after a moment of silence, Severa smiled.
"You're right..."
She's the kind of person whom others can't even dream of matching; her sympathy comes quickly and leaves just as swiftly.
Ultimately, the two signed an agreement for a five million naming fee for a year's time, during which the television station would promote Severa's various products.
A calm life began again, perhaps occasionally punctuated by smiles, but it was decidedly calm.
The internal competition within the Federation isn't fierce; industries are actively expanding outward, and the overall economic situation appears orderly and prosperous.
Yet everyone perched on the pyramid's peak knows this is merely temporary.
When outward expansion can no longer provide the profits that capitalists pursue, a war of capital will erupt!
