Chapter Four: The Seven-Million-Dollar Reserve

“Because that route didn't require it.” In the tunnel, Mara checked his monitoring band. No new deficit. “You won without paying.” “No.” Lin looked up toward a luxury box. A silver-haired man stood behind the glass, reading the unsigned contract. “The lender just learned I won't borrow on command.” The man raised his head and met Lin's gaze across the stadium. Mara went pale. “Victor Shaw,” she whispered. “The man who really owns the Storm.”