Power - Vacuum Chapter 12 Official

Mira Vos was first. “The Silver Syndicate recognizes Jax Marren as interim authority. Conditional review in six months.”

The room went still.

One by one, the others fell in line. Not with enthusiasm. Not with loyalty. But with the cold, pragmatic recognition that Jax had just handed them the only thing that mattered: a way out of the war without losing face.

A woman appeared. Mid-thirties. Sharp jaw. The Broker’s eyes—cold and calculating, even in recording. She stood in a bare concrete room, hands bound in front of her, but her posture was anything but defeated. Power Vacuum Chapter 12 Official

Jax stood at the head of the obsidian table, its surface scarred by decades of territorial disputes carved into the stone. Twelve chairs lined the sides. Only six were filled. The others sat empty—memorials to those who had fallen in the three weeks since the Broker’s assassination.

The council chamber had never felt smaller.

He didn't smile. There would be time for that later. For now, he simply looked around the table at the faces of his enemies—now his council—and felt the weight settle onto his shoulders like a crown made of knives. Mira Vos was first

Three weeks since the underworld’s spine had been snapped.

The only problem?

Across the table, Mira Vos of the Silver Syndicate steepled her fingers. Her augmetic eye whirred softly as it refocused on him. “You’ve been busy, Jax. I’ll give you that. The Docks, Sector 7, the old rail tunnels—all under your flag in less than a month. But official ?” She tilted her head. “That word requires more than just bodies and bullets.” One by one, the others fell in line

He pressed a second chip onto the table.

“Play it.”