Several hours earlier, inside the quiet rear cabin of the Maybach as it glided toward the Hotel, Jake held his encrypted satellite phone to his ear, looking out at the passing Swiss dusk.
"Mr. Rivers," Alice Chase's precise voice came through the receiver. "The Capital Sentinel dropped the piece twenty minutes ago. It's already trending across every major news portal in Veyra. The PR team is currently on standby, awaiting your explicit authorization to launch a counter-statement and execute takedown notices."
Jake's expression remained entirely flat, his eyes unblinking as he watched the streetlights flicker across the window. "Yeah I just saw that. Tell the PR team to stand down. They can go enjoy their weekend."
