Blind Date

Several hours after the subjugation of the Pinnacle real estate hierarchy, Jude found himself sitting in the corner booth of an incredibly discreet executive lounge. 

Sitting across from him was Harper.

She was nursing her third glass of vintage Dom Pérignon, celebrating the dual victories of the Aegis Initiative and the Sunstone District monopoly. 

Harper placed her flute onto the table, her eyes locking onto his. 

"Jude," she began, her voice unusually soft. "I want to terminate my executive employment contract with Lawson Capital."

Jude paused, his glass hovering an inch from his mouth.

For a man who could calculate the trajectory of global markets in his sleep, the sudden demand was incredibly jarring...

"Are you speaking as the President of Apex Media, or is that the vintage champagne talking?" Jude asked, lowering his drink. "I recommend waiting until tomorrow morning before you attempt to restructure my hierarchy."