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Chapter 41: "The Stage Is Yours"
Author: Nathan Emorey
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“Hello, people of America. Welcome to the Gala Night hosted by LangCorp, in honor of our collaborative future with the economic giants of Echelon Eight!”

The host’s voice thundered through the opulent hall, smooth as silk, but brimming with carefully restrained excitement. Spotlights fanned across the room. Applause rose—eager, rehearsed. The world’s cameras were watching.

“Tonight,” the host continued, pacing slowly across the crystalline platform, “we welcome guests from every industry—tech, fashion, oil, defense, and of course, diplomacy. This room holds more net worth than half the globe. Please, enjoy the shows!”

Smoke hissed. Lights cut the sky in beams of gold and amethyst. The entrance hall of the Echelon Dome—the most secure, most opulent event space in the entire country—was now a living pulse of wealth, glamour, and silent war.

A drone flew across the ceiling, beaming live footage to giant curved screens. A crowd of nearly two thousand had gathered inside—royalty in ta
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