Before God gives a man everything he has ever dreamed of, He makes him experience rock bottom—to teach him gratitude and faith."
Alexander Blackwell's voice fell over the dimly lit room, every syllable weighted with purpose. His words did not seek agreement; they demanded contemplation. The two men seated across from him listened, their expressions unreadable, their eyes trained on the man who had, in recent months, become the most polarizing figure on the planet.
Everlyn stood just behind Alexander, her arms folded, observing. She had attended countless high-stakes meetings before, yet none quite like this. The sheer weight of power in this room could alter the course of history.
"And now, gentlemen," Alexander continued, his voice smooth as silk yet sharp as a dagger, "we have met our downfall. We have experienced our fall. And as any student of history knows, the only way to move from here is upward."
A quiet chuckle broke the silence.
