No Place for a Packless Wolf
Jahil caught the tablet reflexively.
"Read it, Mr. Emir," Chloe said arrogantly, her index finger decorated with a sapphire ring pointing at the tablet. "It was a mutation of the accounts of Obsidian Sand's entire fortune at the five Swiss central banks. Ten minutes ago, I, the Queen of the Vanguard Corporation... had disbursed nine hundred billion dollars in liquid funds."
Jahil frowned, trying to cover his unsteadiness. "Nonsense. You have the money, so what? Your distribution routes remain frozen."