Today in Blackshore
Edmund knew the world revolved around money. Even for massive syndicates like Lunox and Lucero, every business they touched was always tied to wealth.
How to expand it, how to hoard it, and most importantly, how to hide it from the government. Dominus was no exception.
Unlike Lunox, Dominus was not a major threat. They lacked size, influence, and strong international alliances.
Which meant cutting their financial veins would be easy. Nothing excessive, just enough to deliver a warning to step away from whatever pathetic nonsense they were attempting.
So here he was, seated in an empty restaurant with the most trusted and prestigious merchant in all of Blackshore, the Auriate.
Their representative slid a flash drive across the table and spoke without emotion.
"This is the information you requested," she said.
She looked like any beautiful woman with long blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. But her gaze was too precise, too lethal to be called normal.
