"A madman! He's a complete and utter madman!"
The white-haired shareholder whom Lucian had singled out earlier to question about the company charter slammed his fist onto the table, making the image on the screen shake violently.
"Bankruptcy restructuring? Turning it into some affairs bureau? Who does he think he is, the president?"
"Where's Edgar? Is Edgar just going to watch him do whatever he wants? How is this any different from outright robbery?"
"Then why didn't you say that to his face just now?"
Someone sneered from the corner.
The shareholder flushed red.
"I was avoiding needless conflict!"
That sounded nice.
But everyone present knew that when he had been pinned to the floor earlier, he hadn't even dared breathe too loudly.
The obese shareholder who had been the first to be knocked over by telekinesis was now clutching a chair in a sorry state, trying to stand, but the searing pain in his knees made him grimace.
He pulled out his phone, dialed an encrypted number, and growled into the receiver, "Get me General Smith's direct line at the Department of Defense! Now! Highest priority!"
"Yes, tell him Vought International is under terrorist attack, and the attacker is the Supe known as the Pivot! He's trying to seize Vought by force and turn it into a private armed force! This is a direct threat to national security!"
That call was like a signal.
More than half the people in the conference room immediately picked up their phones.
"Put me through to the senator's office. I need to speak to Mr. White."
"Where's the FBI? Is everyone in the New York field office dead? A criminal has occupied Vought Tower! Where are they?"
"Request authorization to deploy strategic weapons! He can fly, can't he? Shoot him down!"
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