The fiftieth floor of The Apex was bathed in the harsh, artificial brilliance of television floodlights and projection screens. The auditorium was a masterpiece of corporate power: tiered seating upholstered in black leather, acoustic walls finished in polished smoked oak, and floor-to-ceiling glass offering a sweeping panorama of the London financial district below. Every seat was occupied by someone who controlled armies, budgets, or billions in capital. The air in…
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