The silence in the war room was profound, dense, and electric.
Diana, Sophie, and Iralis stared at the black smartphone resting face-down on the marble table. The device was unremarkable, identical to millions of others carried by executives across the city.
Yet, the absolute, unshakable certainty in Ryan's voice suggested that piece of glass and lithium held the GDP of a small nation.
Diana was the first to speak. The venture capitalist's mind, trained to process risk and verify assets, struggled against the sheer impossibility of his statement.
"Ryan," Diana said, her voice tight, maintaining the professional cadence despite the tremor in her hands. "I structured the seed round. I audited the initial ledgers.
I know exactly how much liquidity Rebuild Tech possesses. If you are suggesting you have access to billions in personal, untraceable capital... it contradicts every known metric of financial reality."
