The penthouse was quiet for the first time in .
I sat in the leather chair overlooking the Cotai Strip, the neon glow of the casinos painting the floor in shifting colors — red, gold, blue, cycling endlessly like a heartbeat. The Golden Koi was secure. The Empress was conquered. The lower districts were ours. The Imperial Shadows were disbanded. The Song Dynasty Trust had transferred thirty percent of its assets into Li Bai's holding companies. The cold war was over. The game of minds was complete.
And I was so exhausted my bones ached.
