Three Days Later - February 5, 2026
Christopher Campbell's office was nothing short of a monument to generational wealth. With floor-to-ceiling windows framing the bustling Neo-Luminara's Diamond District, it was a view that could make anyone feel invincible.
But his desk,a hefty slab of black marble imported from the Venusian colonies,was strewn with half-empty liquor glasses, a testament to his inner turmoil.
Slumped in his leather chair, Christopher drummed his fingers nervously against the armrest.
The call was coming. And honestly? He wasn't ready for it.
Without warning, the holoscreen flickered to life, illuminating the Campbell family crest: a golden lion crushing a silver rose beneath its paw.
He quickly straightened his silk tie before accepting the call.
"Finally decided to answer, little brother?" Kingston Campbell's face appeared on screen, perfectly composed yet radiating mild disdain.
