"But mythology doesn't generate revenue," Ryan murmured softly, the cold, metallic machinery of his ambition engaging. "We have the supply lines. We have the software. We have the capital."
He leaned his hands flat against a matte-black display table.
"Now," Ryan commanded, "we scale the war."
Chapter 94: The Sovereign Horizon
The war room on the forty-second floor of Rebuild Tech felt different.
The frantic, desperate energy of survival that had defined the previous weeks was entirely absent. The air was cool, filtered, and heavy with the absolute, crushing gravity of institutional power.
Ryan sat at the head of the massive black marble table.
He wasn't looking at desperate defensive metrics or incoming federal injunctions. The eighty-five-inch monitor dominating the far wall displayed a sprawling, interconnected web of global financial targets.
It was a hit list.
