Adrian Vale stepped out of the Aurelia Capitals building, the humid air of the city doing nothing to wilt the sharp lines of his suit. He signaled his driver, who immediately brought the obsidian-black Mercedes SUV to the curb. Adrian climbed into the rear, the door closing with a heavy, pressurized thud that silenced the world outside.
"Headquarters," Adrian said, his voice flat. "Fast."
As the car wove through the high-density traffic toward the heart of the financial district, Adrian leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He wasn't thinking about the numbers or the logistics yet. He was thinking about the pivot point. Sterling was a brute playing a gentleman's game, but to unseat him, Adrian needed the full weight of the Vale Financial legacy.
