Screen four filled with Marcus Webb's psychological profile—a sharp-faced bastard in his forties who looked like he'd been genetically engineered for financial warfare.
The data painted a picture of methodical destruction: fifteen years of increasingly complex corporate raids, forty-three companies destroyed, over twelve thousand jobs eliminated, approximately $7.2 billion in extracted value for his masters.
"The infection runs deeper than a fucking cancer," ARIA announced with digital satisfaction. "Seven executives in Quantum Tech, all dancing to Marcus Webb's tune."
Screen five exploded with the corruption network—a spider web of betrayal that made my blood sing with anticipation. David, recruited through gambling debts and family threats. Jessica turned through career promises and blackmail involving her prescription drug addiction and her mother.
Marketing Director Suzzie Cen compromised when her son's legal troubles mysteriously evaporated after her cooperation began.
