Location: Goodlife Hotel, GenevaThe room was in silence, windowless and cold, as though designed for an apocalypse event. There was a long table and ten chairs, except one which was empty.Most of them never spoke publicly. Some were considered dead. One or two had never been known by name at all but whose money swayed governments.It had been years since a meeting like this was called.And now, they were here.A low murmur passed between the men seated at the table. Each of them held the power to destabilize a market, ignite a proxy war, or bury a reputation so deep no legacy could resurface. They were rivals in ambition but united by a single concern.... Evan Lancaster.Then the door hissed open.Madam Xin entered, wrapped in a slate-gray gown. She was the only woman allowed in their presence, and even then, only because she was too valuable to dismiss.She placed a leather folder on the table as she occupied the only seat left. The murmurs stopped as she sat.The doors sealed sh