Shaded Surveillance

I slipped past the patio screen door into the afternoon warmth, seeking a command post worthy of tactical rest. Sprawled across the tempered glass table was a pair of oversized, gold-rimmed aviator sunglasses folded flat. A lesser conqueror would march past, but I recognized executive infrastructure. I scrambled up the table leg, hopped onto the slick glass, and sprawled directly across one dark, mirrored teardrop lens like an undisputed king on a custom chaise lounge. Propping my boots up against the bridge and letting the raised metal temple cast a sharp slice of shade across my brow, I crossed my arms. Sovereign masterminds don't just lounge; we recharge under shaded surveillance.