"Mr Wray."Cyrus didn't answer."Mr Wray, your two o'clock is waiting.""Cancel it."His assistant knew better than to argue. Her footsteps disappeared down the corridor and the office went quiet again — the particular quiet of a room that cost a lot of money to be silent in.He stayed at the window.Ironveil City sat forty floors below him, all glass and grey concrete and cold ambition. He had built three floors of that skyline. Bought two more. His name was engraved on things that would still be standing when he was gone.That word kept surfacing.Gone.Mira Flint had left exactly fourteen minutes ago. His doctor. Twelve years of working together and she had never once dressed anything up for him, which was why he kept her. Today she had sat across from him with her hands folded on the desk and delivered the news the way she delivered everything — directly, without ceremony, with nowhere for him to deflect."Without a matched donor within six months, you will die."His kidneys were
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