Night City, Arasaka Tower.
Abernathy expertly poured red wine into her glass, then rose from her chair and walked to the window to look outside.
At this point, the plan was complete, and everything had been settled. No one could stop her from taking control of the colossal corporation valued at 890 billion eurodollars. No one could make her willingly sell her soul again.
“Ms. Abernathy, Militech just called. It seems they want to discuss something with Mr. Saburo Arasaka. How should I respond... Oh my God.” Her assistant walked in, but the sight before her made her jump.
“Don’t get worked up, Bernadette. This isn’t the time to talk business...” Abernathy had her back to her.
“This seems like a good time for a drink...”
“...followed by a cold, calculating speech... with sinister undertones.”
“A speech about politics, order, friendship, and power.”
“Speeches are for election campaigns. What we need now is action.”
Abernathy raised her glass to Night City. Behind her lay the dead old board members...
And with them, the entire old world.
