The underground auction house in Astraeus City was a sprawling, subterranean labyrinth carved out of abandoned subway tunnels beneath the financial district. It smelled faintly of ozone, expensive cigars, and desperate money. Julian Sterling, CEO of Sterling Enterprises, stood rigidly near a crumbling concrete pillar, his tailored Italian suit starkly out of place amid the shadows and heavily armed syndicates.Julian’s jaw was locked in a tight, furious line. His dark eyes scanned the crowd of illicit arms dealers, disgraced politicians, and corporate spies. The air was thick with the kind of power that could not be bought on Wall Street, and yet, Julian felt entirely, agonizingly powerless."Mr. Sterling," Marcus, his head of security, murmured nervously, stepping closer to his boss. The hardened ex-military man was sweating profusely in the damp underground air. "This is a volatile environment. The handlers for the Genesis Institute are not known for their patience with outsiders. W
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