Osborn Heavy Industries – Private Design Lab.
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The lab was a cathedral of steel and holographs, where blueprints of the Neo-Luminara Capital Corridor floated like ethereal monuments, their routes glowing gold against the darkened glass walls.
The air buzzed with the scent of ozone and freshly printed schematics as Oscar paced between the projections, his fingers dancing through data streams with restless precision.
Arthur stood near the central display, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched his cousin dissect the deal point by point.
"Fifty billion," Oscar murmured, disbelief etched on his face. "You just handed Derrick a blank check with our name on it."
Arthur remained unfazed, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "We're not giving him fifty billion. We're investing it."
