In the vast expanse of his office, Arthur was met with a striking sight, Evolon's holographic face flickered to life on the central display.
The once calm blue visage now bore ominous streaks of crimson, warning sigils that danced across the screen.
"The Eastern Consortium has made their move," Evolon announced, urgency lacing its voice.
Arthur remained focused on the swirling schematics of Damien Veyne's neurotoxin formula hovering before him.
His fingers glided over the molecular structure with meticulous precision. "How much did they intercept?" he asked, not yet looking up.
"Enough," Evolon replied grimly. "They've synthesized an accelerant. Their intention is clear: trigger the poison prematurely and frame you for a very public assassination of the mayor."
Arthur paused momentarily, absorbing the weight of this revelation. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair and exhaled through his nose. "Clever."
