The crisp autumn fog rolling down from the Uetliberg mountain hung thick over Lake Zurich, wrapping the ancient spires of the city in a mantle of silent white.
High above the pristine glass-and-granite promenade of the Lakefront District stood the Zurich Headquarters of Nemesis Capital—a sleek, forty-story bastion of reinforced dark marble and bulletproof smart-glass. Functioning as our primary European operational core, the building was designed to withstand economic collapse, cybernetic intrusion, and political upheaval alike. Inside, the ambient temperature was calibrated to a precise sixty-six degrees, silent quantum servers humming in subterranean vaults three levels below the lake line.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of our private corner suite, overlooking the calm, mi
