Jax reached into his coat. Six hands moved toward holsters. He ignored them, placing a small datachip on the table. It glittered under the harsh lights.
She was hidden because she was never meant to rule. Power Vacuum Chapter 12 Official
The room went still.
He pressed a second chip onto the table. Jax reached into his coat
When the last chair signaled assent, Jax placed his palms flat on the obsidian table. The scars of old disputes seemed to shift under his hands, as if the stone itself was acknowledging something new. Power Vacuum Chapter 12 Official
The Broker had no living heirs. Or so everyone believed.