Chapter 474 - Silas Vane

Silas Vane stood at the center of the operations floor, watching data scroll across a wall of screens that wrapped around him like a cockpit. He was sixty-eight years old, dressed in a charcoal sweater and trousers that had cost less than most people spent on a single restaurant meal. He had learned early in life that visibility was a liability. The more ordinary you appeared, the more power you could accumulate without drawing attention. And Silas had accumulated more than almost anyone in the room understood.