The morning air sweeping over the limestone ridge of the Bürgenstock Plateau was cold, pristine, and scented with alpine spruce, wet slate, and the pristine waters of Lake Lucerne two thousand feet below.
A high-altitude mountain fog hung low over the sheer granite cliffs, drifting across the floor-to-ceiling glass panels of Nemesis Capital’s global operations citadel. Designed as an impenetrable, subterranean vault built deep into the Swiss Alps, the facility served as the physical heart of the world’s financial architecture—a seamless fusion of brutalist stone architecture, heavy security, and cutting-edge optical computing.
I stood on the cantilevered glass balcony suspended out over the abyss, holding a porcelain cup of black dark-roast coffee. I wore a tailored ivory cashmere turtle
