Angel slid the portable payment terminal across the table. Its sleek interface lit up as Eamon keyed in the amount, his calm face betraying nothing. "Angel," he said without looking up, "prepare the transfer."
The preparations moved quickly after that. The payment terminal connected, a smooth holographic interface spreading across the table. Eamon input the details, his fingers steady, and then gestured for Angel.
"Be ready to authorize the transfer," he instructed.
"Yes, sir." Her fingers hovered over her own console, but her chest tightened. Two billion USC… six hundred billion dollars… She knew exactly how much Xavier had given them—barely a hundred billion. 'They were half a trillion short. Her eyes flicked to Eamon, fighting to keep her expression neutral. How the hell does he plan to cover this gap?'
