Chapter 200: Who am I? You're not qualified to know.

On the top floor of a high-rise, in a corner office, floor-to-ceiling windows framed a sweep of blue sky and slow-drifting clouds. Behind a desk, a man reclined in his chair while a shapely young woman kneaded his shoulders and pounded lightly on his back. He was past fifty, broad as a door, rolls of fat testing the seams of his suit, a flesh-and-blood boulder. He looked like a walking meatball, yet in all of Yublary few dared dismiss him. His name was Eden. He had another identity: boss of the...