THE GLOBAL LEDGERThe private salon of the Baur au Lac looked out over a frozen, mist-covered Lake Zurich, its walls lined with nineteenth-century oil paintings and heavy silk drapes that stifled the sound of the city outside. At the center of the room, six elderly men sat around a circular table of polished walnut, their faces grim, their fingers moving across small, encrypted communication terminals. These were the elders of the Chen core—the architects who had directed the family’s international capital from the shadows for two generations.At the head of the table sat Elder Chen the elder, Alistair’s oldest surviving contemporary. He was a man who looked like an alpine winter itself, his hair stark white, his face carved from ancient, aristocratic arrogance.The New York branch has exceeded its mandate, Alistair said, his voice a cold, sharp whistle that cut through the silence of the room. Damien has allo
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