Tokyo!

The private jet touched down in the pre dawn quiet of Tokyo’s Haneda Airport, glinting against the runway lights. Inside, Ares sat with his phone in hand, scrolling through encrypted emails and spreadsheets, his face lit by the glow of the screen. Numbers, transfers, shell accounts, everything was in motion. By the time the world realized what he had done, his empire would no longer be rooted in the United States. It would be here, in Japan, where no one, not even his parents would be ...