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Chapter 327: The Economic Earthquake
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GENEVA, SWITZERLAND - PHOENIX FOUNDATION PRESS ATRIUM - 10:00 AM LOCAL TIME

The press atrium of the Phoenix Foundation was a cathedral of modern transparency. Built entirely of reinforced glass and polished white marble, the room was designed to offer no shadows, no hidden corners, and no secrets. Today, it was packed to absolute capacity. Hundreds of journalists from every major global news syndicate stood shoulder to shoulder, their camera lenses focused tightly on the solitary podium at the
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