Chapter 50 After The Fall

• The silence in Lancaster Global’s executive suite was nothing short of surreal.
• It wasn’t the silence of defeat, nor the uneasy calm before a storm but the deep, settling kind that followed a long, bloody war. The kind where people finally dared to breathe.
• Steve Lancaster stood by the glass wall overlooking the city, his tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up, the tension slowly melting from his shoulders. Phoenix gleamed below, calm and unaware of the battle that had just concluded in the high towers above.