The Currency of a Stolen Night and the Brazilian Bargain.The air in the Nagpur Delegation Lounge was thick with the scent of high-grade mahogany, aged single-malt, and the electric tension of political finance. Outside, the new 200-acre Bong Aircraft Plant site had been ceremonially cleared, a potent symbol of Minister Savita’s restored, untouchable power. Inside, the final, labyrinthine negotiations for the adjacent “satellite land”—the true engine of the new dynasty—were underway.Lara felt a low, constant hum of adrenaline under her skin. She had flown in under the pretence of a 'logistical oversight meeting,' a cover Roberts, her partner, had helped fabricate. Her true objective was no longer a mere 'golden parachute,' but a piece of the architecture. She was not just defecting; she was auditioning for a permanent seat in the Kingmaker’s court. She needed more than just stock options; she needed an untraceable, undeniable currency. That currency,
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