Chris stood in the center of his office, the glow of the city behind him. The weight of history pressed against his shoulders, but he didn't falter. He thrived under pressure.
With a slow breath, he picked up his phone, opening a secure line—one that connected directly to every major branch of Blackwood Empire. CEOs, executives, strategists, and enforcers. The backbone of his power.
He tapped a single button. Broadcasting live.
A moment of silence. Then, countless high-ranking personnel from across the globe tuned in.
"This is Christopher Blackwood." His voice was calm, deliberate, carrying a quiet authority that sent a shiver through the network. "Tomorrow is the moment we've been preparing for. You all know what must be done."
In New York, the financial division braced for movement—stocks, assets, and hidden investments waiting to shift at his command.
In London, Blackwood Media prepared to control the narrative—headlines, broadcasts, social influence.
In Dubai, Blackwood Security tightened its grip, ensuring absolute control over any potential disruptions.
In Hong Kong, the private intelligence network monitored threats, ready to neutralize opposition before they even moved.
Chris continued, his tone unwavering. "We don't just play the game. We own the board. And by the time the sun sets tomorrow, the world will know that Blackwood doesn't follow leaders… We create them."*
A pause. Then, he delivered the final command.
"Execute the plan."
Across the world, silent acknowledgments were made. Messages were sent. Power shifted. The machine was in motion.
Chris ended the broadcast, setting the phone down.
Ethan, who had been listening, let out a low breath. "Well… now there's no turning back."
Chris glanced at him, eyes cold,determined.
"There never was."