Chapter 38 - The Zurich Gambit
I didn't let Dante answer. I stood up slowly, smoothing the lapels of my dark cashmere coat, and looked each powerful man and woman dead in the eye. "You speak of nations, Chairman, but you are all reacting to ghosts of the past," I said, my voice cutting through the silent room like crystal glass. I plugged a sleek encrypted drive into the central console, projecting a complex, multi-layered financial restructuring model onto the massive wall screen. "While you’ve been debating how to divide sovereign scraps, my team and I have mapped a completely new paradigm for decentralized global asset distribution—one that makes your traditional cartels obsolete." For the next twenty minutes, I laid out a masterclass in modern financial warfare, exposing the systemic vulnerabilities of their current holdings and presenting a bulletproof alternative that placed absolute control squarely in our hands. When I finished, the boardroom was dead silent. You could hear the snow hissing against the triple-pane bulletproof glass outside.
