LUNA Madison
Across the room, the wall-mounted television flickered to life, showing a news ticker about the Clarke Empire’s sudden, catastrophic liquidity crisis.
"It’s not just a lock, Madi," Ethan muttered, his jaw tight as he leaned over her shoulder, his hands gripping the back of her chair until the leather groaned. "The Cains... the survivors. They didn't just crawl into a hole. They crawled into bed with Aether-Corp. Those tech bastards just wiped your name from the global registry. In the eyes of the bank, you don't exist."
"Aether-Corp?" Madison threw her head back, a sharp, jagged laugh tearing from her throat. "The corrupt conglomerate that buys politicians for breakfast? They actually teamed
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