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Chapter 64: Dreams and Schemes
Author: Orion Steele
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"Tell us more." Petrov repeated. "Of this... transition you envision."

Mason tapped the edge of his whiskey glass. Eyes drifted to him, curious, expectant. After all, when the boss calls a meeting, there’s usually something brewing.

But he intensionally took his time, letting the silence stretch like he was savoring the tension in the air. Finally, he leaned back, his gaze shifting to Patrov, who gave a subtle nod—a signal, a green light, a challenge to bring the big idea forward. Mason’s fingers drummed once on the table before he spoke, his voice a rough growl with the slightest edge of anticipation.

"Ever hear of NeuroLink Lingua?" Mason's voice carried quiet authority. He’d dreamed up this contraption as a kid, sketching it on scrap paper in the back of St. Catherine's Home for Children while sermons went on, fueled by a desire to bridge the gap he’d seen between people his whole life. Now, with the cash and the influence? This pipe dream was lookin' like it might just have legs.

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