The leather seat of my SUV felt supple and cool beneath my hands, a stark contrast to the memory of rough, ash-laden concrete scraping against my spine. I adjusted the rearview mirror, checking my face. My eyes were clear, my lipstick unmarred, and my expression perfectly composed. The naive heiress was still on display to the world outside, but beneath the surface, every gear was turning with cold calculation. 【Host Claire, your current stress metrics have stabilized at 14%. Current available liquid capital: $18,500,000. Leveraged assets under Target Connor’s default profile: $500,000.】 The System’s voice vibrated deep within my consciousness. It had dropped the mocking edge it used during the lunch meeting, reverting to its sharp, analytical baseline. "System Syndicate," I spoke softly, keeping my voice low as I navigated through the late-morning downtown traffic. "Map out the blueprint of the suburban mansion estate. I want a full structural overview." 【Generating schematics.
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