The next morning, Eddie woke to the sound of his phone buzzing with news alerts. The city was stirring, and beneath the surface, things were already shifting. The roundtable had been kept quiet in the mainstream media, but people who mattered were talking. And now his name was attached to whatever was coming next.He made coffee and sat down at his computer, pulling up the footage from last night. The micro-camera in his cufflink had caught everything - every word, every glance, every nervous twitch. He'd learned a long time ago that the most important conversations happened in the spaces between words.Eddie replayed Dante's dismissive remarks, watching how the man's eyes never quite matched his concerned tone. Then he focused on the other faces around the table. Most had reacted predictably when Sophia mentioned Blackworm - shock, fear, disbelief. But there was one man who had caught his attention.Dr. John Mark, pharmaceutical magnate from Southeast Asia. When Sophia had said the w