"When things feel like they are falling apart, they might actually be falling into place."
The words came in the distinctive, measured voice of Alexander Blackwell, echoing softly through his home office, his tone as unshaken as ever.
A mere few minutes ago, Everlyn had barged in, her urgency palpable, the tension rolling off her in waves. She barely paused for breath as she delivered the latest blow. "They've taken George and part of his team to the Metropolitan Detention Center (MDC) in Brooklyn." Her voice carried an edge, but she didn't stop there. "Things are falling apart, Alexander! not just that but the board members we placed in key businesses are losing ground. Power is consolidating against us—especially in Apple and Amazon. The backlash against our influence there is becoming impossible to contain!"
She had come expecting a plan, a reaction, a directive—anything to counterbalance the storm closing in around them. And instead, all she got was a philosophical musing.
