The second tower of the afternoon stood eight blocks from Corvant's, and Nyx spent the short drive re-reading the Hale Industries file with mounting suspicion.
"On paper, this one is the best of the offers," she reported from the middle seat. "Energy contracts, awakened equipment manufacturing, zero history with New Dawn. And their opening terms are fair."
"Hmm..." Aria only made a low sound like that, prompting Nyx to smirk.
"Well said, yandere bestie." Nyx closed her laptop. "We'll have to wait and see."
Bastet watched the city slide past the tinted glass, tail draped across her lap. "We can't fail Master by making the wrong choice."
"Naturally," the other two agreed.
...
On the executive floor of Hale Industries, Preston Hale straightened his cufflinks and allowed himself a moment of gratitude toward the Shadow Monarch.
