"Mhmm? Interesting," Pyris smiled, a hint of suspicion lacing his expression. The other party hadn't revealed their true identity or intentions, but he knew this was something he would handle later, on his terms.
"Oh, and deposit 100 billion Ar into the new identity's account. Have our journalists follow even the smallest whisper of gossip or rumor about the executives. I want every dirty secret exposed—but only when I say the word."
Emilia's fingers flew across her tablet with practiced precision. "Understood. Should we make Petne Chaos anonymous?"
A dark chuckle escaped Pyris's lips, a gleam of mischief lighting his eyes. "Absolutely."
The role Petne Chaos was going to play had to be discreet, moving in the shadows, obscured by the brilliance that Pyris intended to cast. The shadows were his domain.
"Done." Emilia handed him the tablet, and Pyris scanned the details she had arranged. As always, her efficiency left him quietly impressed.
