Scorched Earth
Julian Thorne stood rigid by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, the city skyline bleeding first light behind jagged silhouettes of steel. Multiple screens before him pulsed with relentless updates: the Nakamura merger’s stock was in freefall, plunging nearly twenty points within minutes. The unredacted Project Obsidian ledger, now live across every major financial feed, was the trigger. Behind him, Elena Vance sat motionless at the marble breakfast table, the cold surface mirroring the tension that filled the room. Her fingers hovered over a half-finished espresso, but she didn’t drink. Her eyes flicked between the scrolling headlines and Julian’s impassive profile.
"They’re tearing Marcus apart," she said quietly, voice taut. "But this—this isn’t just financial ruin. It’s a declaration of war."
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