The two days following the signing of the contracts were a blur of stabilization and newfound, fragile prosperity.
The Willson Guild Hall, once a place of quiet desperation, was now bustling with a purpose I hadn't seen since my return.
The 95 million Ren from Aegis Holdings—my shadow company—had instantly erased the guild's crippling debt. The paralyzing fear of bankruptcy was gone, replaced by the frenetic energy of a fresh start.
Victor Arkwright, playing his role as the charismatic CEO and savior from the capital, had stayed for both days, overseeing the integration.
He dazzled my father and the senior members with holographic projections of "proposed profit models" and "logistic efficiency upgrades."
In reality, he was simply implementing the instructions I had given him: establish a clear pipeline for the Dawn Guild's C-Rank overflow contracts, restructure the abysmal bookkeeping, and begin investing in long-overdue equipment upgrades.
