[POV: Lyon Darlington]"The emergency equity bill has cleared the legislative drafting office and is moving directly to the assembly committee floor," Mandolin reported, his aged voice carrying a cold, sharp edge as he set a digital tablet down onto the center of the mahogany desk.Lyon sat straight in his black titanium wheelchair, his dark suit crisp and spotless, his expression carved from absolute ice. His dark eyes scanned the bold red banner flashing across the national news network: MANDATORY STATE CO-OWNERSHIP BILL TARGETS BLACKWOOD MEDICAL AS NATIONAL SECURITY NECESSITY."The state media network is attempting to frame our corporate independence as a public hazard," Lyon stated, his voice flat, icy, and entirely devoid of tremor. "They want to justify state asset seizure under the guise of patriotic oversight.""They have scheduled the committee vote for Friday morning," Jessica said, walking into the executive suite with a digital diagnostic pad in her hand. Her dark eyes wer

Sign page four here and the operational freedom clause holds up under federal scrutiny.Jessica's pen clicks against the mahogany table with the sharp cadence of a surgical instrument striking steel. Lyon stares at the black ink curving across the legal document, his fingers tightening against the leather armrest of his wheelchair until his knuckles turn white."The terms are efficient," Lyon says, his voice flat and devoid of any relational warmth. "Every contingency is accounted for, including asset forfeiture and hostile takeover attempts by the Darlington remnants.""It is not a romance contract, Lyon," Jessica replies without looking up from her tablet, her gaze fixed on the biometric security protocols glowing on the screen. "It is a tactical alliance disguised as a public commitment. I retain full authority over my surgical labs, and you retain zero interference rights in my research pipeline. That is our baseline.""Acceptable," Lyon answers, his

Sign here, Jessica.Jessica lifts the fountain pen with steady fingers, her eyes locked on the final signature line of the partnership document."The legal foundation is completely airtight," Jessica says, her voice echoing softly in the quiet notary chamber. "No political faction or rival medical board can crack these clauses now.""Proceed," Lyon says, his expression set in cold, unyielding lines as he watches the ink dry.Mandolin hands the second copy to the witnesses standing near the reinforced door, his posture rigid and formal."The witnesses have signed," Mandolin states, slipping the heavy leather-bound folder into a secure case. "The private legal ceremony is concluded. The vehicle is waiting outside to take you both straight to the national auditorium."Lancelot taps his tactical comms unit, checking the perimeter security feeds on his wrist-mounted screen. "Route one is clear of paparazzi, but we have intercepted three drone sig