Chapter 59
In the heart of the Middle Continent, amidst the towering skyline of a sprawling metropolis, stood a gleaming skyscraper—sleek, fortified, and unmistakably important. Atop the structure, an illuminated insignia read: I-Tech. It marked the building as one of the most secure and prestigious facilities owned by the powerful I-Tech Corporation.
At the very summit of this skyscraper, beyond biometric security doors and elite-only access, was a room used exclusively for high-level meetings—where decisions that shaped continents were made.
A middle-aged man in a sharp, dark suit entered the medium-sized conference room. His presence immediately shifted the atmosphere. At the far end of the room, two other men were already seated, engaged in quiet conversation. The newcomer paused for a moment, scanning the room, then sighed softly and made his way to the head of the table. He took his seat with practiced ease and offered a curt greeting.
"Gentlemen."
