Chapter 62: A Phantom in Vienna

Chris turned away from the window, his decision final. "I'll go."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Personally?"

Chris smirked. "Not exactly."

He walked back to his desk, sliding open a secured compartment. Inside lay a sleek black device—custom-built for encrypted communications.

"I'll attend," Chris continued, "but only through recorded messages. My identity stays hidden."

Ethan chuckled. "So they'll sit in a room, negotiating with a ghost?"

Chris's eyes darkened. "With a force they can't touch."

Ethan nodded. "Understood. I'll have our best security watching the Council's movements. No one gets close to us."

Chris leaned back, fingers tapping lightly against the desk. "Send them my conditions. Make it clear—they have no leverage."

Ethan smirked. "And if they refuse?"

Chris's expression was unreadable. "Then they'll learn what happens when you lose my goodwill."