𝐁𝐞𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 Ten minutes later, every remaining director of the Founders' Syndicate had put their signature to the sovereign charter, forfeiting their assets, their shadow trusts, and their executive power to the joint Blackwood-Sterling estate. The corporate war that had spanned two decades, torn families apart, and plunged the global financial market into chaos was over. The heavy doors of the Federal Reserve building opened, and Maya and Lucian descended the grand marble steps into the crisp afternoon air. Below them, a sea of news cameras, financial journalists, and private security details surged against the police barricades. The global market collapse had been averted, the baseline was secure, and the world was waiting for the new proprietors to speak. Maya stopped at the base of the pillars in her heavy charcoal coat fluttering in the breeze as she looked out over the flashing cameras of the Manhattan press. Lucian stood beside her in his
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