In Sector-7, the base and the heart of the Eastern Consortium. Inside the executive lounge, an eerie stillness enveloped the room, thick as fog.
The scent of sandalwood incense struggled to mask the acrid tension simmering among the gathered members.
At the head of the sleek obsidian conference table sat Chairman Renshu, his fingers steepled in front of his face, a picture of calm amidst chaos.
Holographic news reports flickered before them, disturbing footage of their captured operatives being dragged away by city enforcers and Damien Armitage's miraculous recovery from a podium collapse, all underscored by damning headlines splashed across every media outlet.
Scarlet stood rigid by the window, her crimson OL suit impeccably pressed. The only hint of her agitation? A faint tremor in her eyes.
General Kho paced like a caged tiger beside her, his huge muscles coiled with barely contained fury.
