And yet here he was, sitting in an old armchair, pizza grease on his fingers.
Victoria groaned, dragging her hands through her hair. "Unbelievable. My little brother's out here forgetting he's some kind of industrial tycoon."
Merlin chuckled, though the sound was more strained than amused. "I didn't exactly have time to focus on my portfolio."
"Still!" She jabbed a finger at the screen. "What are you gonna do? They've been spamming you with meetings. You're not just some silent investor anymore, eight percent makes you one of their biggest shareholders. They probably think you're dead!"
He leaned back, staring at the glowing logo. His mind spun with images of the story he remembered, Invoke's rise, its role in future conflicts, its hidden importance to the overarching plot.
Owning a piece of it wasn't just wealth. It was leverage. A foothold in the currents shaping the world.
"…I'll deal with it," he said finally.
