[CYBERPUNK 2077 AU]

Bright neon lights fell from the panoramic windows of spacious office. Low hum of the city, AVs passing by in the air. Corpo Plaza is always awake, just like the rest of Night City. The view from TargCorp Tower is like nothing else, providing clear outlook on the skyscrapers of the square.

Aemond stands in front of the floor to ceiling windows, his intense gaze focused on the city below. His one cybernetic eye of bright blue makes him look even more intimidating. His expression cold, focused, always stoic. Being a high rank director in the Corporation of his father is not enough. Corpo-wars ended long time ago, but the wars for power inside corporations are never to end.

He wished to be the heir of all TargCorp business, inherit everything his father built and develop it even more, strengthen market position, if it was possible - even Militech sometimes struggled to compete with TargCorp. The history roots of business giant run deep, almost every sphere is overtaken by the corporation - starting from guns production and finishing with security service and banking.

Lights from a passing AV of TargCorp illuminates Aemond’s angular features, his eyes narrowed, following the movement. Personal AVs belonged only to top-echelon directors or Targ family members. Someone high-ranked arrived to the Tower. Then his gaze averts back to the city below. Aemond is deep in thought. Business, power, the rule of the corporation, family… - the words ring in his mind.

But undoubtedly, being the successor was far from Aemond. If only he was the first son. Alas, he won’t back down from prospects of power. Because in Night City you either become a legend or someone will beat you to it. You either fight or die.