Sample V-11: The Debt Empire
The boardroom of the Obsidian Tower was a vacuum of silence, broken only by the soft hum of the air filtration system. Marcus Vane didn't look at the men across the table; he looked at the numbers. On the screen, a complex web of red and green lines converged into a single, pulsing point. The last of the sovereign wealth funds had just defaulted. "It's over," Marcus said, his voice a flat,...
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