"I want a shell company registered by tomorrow morning," Kaya ordered, rapidly tapping coordinates and directives into the tablet. "I want a corporate headquarters secured in the financial district by the end of the month. We will start by buying out failing, localized shipping lines. We'll absorb their fleets, optimize their routes, and absolutely gut their overhead costs. Within a year, I want a monopoly on the regional ports.''
The Deputy Commander looked at the digital roadmap she had just drawn up in under sixty seconds. It was ruthless, brilliantly structured, and entirely legal.
He couldn't help it; he started laughing. It was a low, rough chuckle of pure admiration. "You really haven't lost your touch, Captain. If anything, you've gotten meaner."
''You have no idea,'' Kaya muttered, thinking of the Lion King's envoy and the Rot-weavers. ''Dismissed. Get to work on the IDs. I want everything finalized before my 'specialists' wake up and accidentally destroy the kitchen.''
