Whitlock's breath caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat. He stood frozen, his eyes locked on the impossible scene outside the skyscraper window.
For a moment, he could not think. He could not blink. He could not convince himself that what he saw was the result of stress or fatigue.
But that wave had shattered any delusion he wanted to feed himself about what he was seeing, being as a result of stress.
Whitlock's mind raced at a speed he hadn't experienced in years. His position at the very top of the global financial world had exposed him to everything imaginable: secret military budgets, prototype weapons, classified technology, off-the-record scientific discoveries, and countless irregularities hidden from the public eye. He had seen enough to make most people faint at the truth behind the world's systems.
But this… this was something else.
