The early autumn sun rising over Lake Geneva had turned the distant, snow-dusted peaks of the Swiss Alps into sharp, glacial spires of pink and white.
By 9:00 AM Central European Time, the private terminal at Geneva Airport was alive with executive jets bearing the insignias of sovereign wealth funds, central bank delegations, and institutional clearing conglomerates. After sweeping Tokyo, London, New York, Frankfurt, and Hong Kong in a relentless forty-eight-hour campaign, Nemesis Capital had summoned the architects of the international financial order to the quiet sanctuary of Switzerland.
Inside the glass-walled summit room of the Hôtel des Bergues, overlooking the rushing cyan waters of the Rhône, the air was heavy with historic weight and palpable apprehension.
Seated around the ho
