But he simply raised his hand, clutching a sleek tablet tightly. "Urgent," he breathed out, bypassing the executives and handing it straight to Elbawar.
The moment the screen illuminated his face, Elbawar's stoic eyes widened a fraction of an inch.
The others stood up abruptly behind him as he silently turned the tablet around for them to see.
A livestream. Millions of active viewers already pouring into the feed.
The Blac Corporation Press Conference was in full swing.
And standing at the forefront—looking infuriatingly sharp in a tailored, fitted black coat that accentuated his broad shoulders, with the massive, glowing sigil of his corporation burning behind him—was Cruxius.
"…This is real-time," the reconnaissance hero added grimly, breaking the stunned silence.
Elbawar tapped his thick finger against the desk. "Put it on the main screen."
