Chapter 182

Enoch leaned back in his chair, releasing a deep sigh as the glow of the television danced across his weary face. The news anchor's voice was like drones speaking to a room filled with grim tidings from the crashing world markets. His eyes followed the red numbers ticking down across the screen: stock prices plummeting, economies teetering on the edge of collapse.

He hunched forward, placing his elbows on his knees, and rubbed his temples. It wasn't the crash in and of itself that bothered him, but what it meant for him: the gold his empire produced was losing value. Everything he had worked for, all the power he had built seemed to slip right through his fingers. He could not afford to lose control now. Not with the system in play. Not with Stephen unraveling.

The jingle of a commercial break tore him from the reverie. Enoch clicked off the television, and in an instant, the room fell silent. He stood and strode across to the window, staring out onto the city skyline. The lights twin
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