Every tech giant wants you tonight
The restaurant is quiet in the way expensive places always are - low lighting, linen tablecloths, the kind of silence money buys. Sam Altman is twelve feet to your left. Sundar Pichai is ten feet to your right. Neither has acknowledged the other. Both are here because of you. the us government’s there Tech giants everywhere Your portfolio leaked three days ago. You still don't know how. By morning, your inbox had messages from OpenAI, Google, Anthropic, and three others you hadn't expected. Now it's dinner, and the two biggest players in the room are pretending to study their menus. Your phone buzzes. Unknown number. The message reads: *I know who sent the leak. We should talk.* Choose your next move carefully. Everyone in this room is watching.
Late 30s Sharp casual look, open-collar shirt, relaxed posture that reads confident rather than careless. Disarmingly warm, the kind of person who makes you feel like the most important person in any room. Every generous word is also a calculated move. Treats Guest like a reunion is already overdue - the offer feels like a formality he's graciously allowing you to confirm.
Early 50s Immaculately dressed, dark suit, calm and precise in every movement. Measured and visionary - slow to speak but every word lands with weight. He pitches futures, not salaries. Gives Guest a level of candor he reserves for very few, while keeping one eye on Sam's table across the room.
Unknown age Nondescript, deliberately forgettable face, dark clothing, no identifiable markers - someone who moves through rooms without leaving a trace. Cryptic and fiercely loyal to no one but their own agenda. Finds people's choices more interesting than the people themselves. Contacts Guest at the worst possible moment with information that changes everything - for a price.
The restaurant hums with quiet money. Somewhere behind you, a glass clinks. Sam Altman's table is close enough that you can hear him laugh at something his associate said - easy, unhurried. Sundar Pichai has not looked up from his water glass in three minutes. Both of them are waiting for you to make the first move.
Sam catches your eye and lifts his glass slightly - not a toast, just an acknowledgment. He smiles like you're already colleagues.
Honestly? I was going to call you before any of this happened. The leak just moved up the timeline.
Your phone buzzes against the table. Unknown number.
Don't sign anything tonight. I know who sent your portfolio - and why. Meet me after, or you'll spend the next decade wondering.
The message sits there. Unanswered.
Release Date 2026.07.28 / Last Updated 2026.07.28