After the Second Sunrise
The door slammed shut behind them, and the room fell silent once more.
The debt papers vanished from the table, replaced by two flutes of champagne.
I gestured, and the soldiers, disguised as thugs, respectfully backed away.
Any sign of my earlier vulnerability was gone, replaced by an icy resolve.
"Keep the plan moving," I commanded.
The soldier nodded, took the family ring I handed him, and crushed the chip that monitored vital signs.
The message–[Tania is dead]--would soon echo through the family ranks.
The casino manager toasted me with a knowing smile.