The boardroom was once again filled with warm light from the large chandeliers, casting long shadows over the polished wooden table. Laptops were open, the projector lit up, and stacks of documents were scattered in front of the executives. The atmosphere felt different this time—tenser, more competitive, with every movement scrutinized.

Vania sat near the center of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She looked at Arga, who was standing in front of the screen, displaying complex graphs and diagrams. There was an extraordinary calmness about him—a confident aura that drew impressed smiles from some executives but made Devandra look even more tense.

“As we can see,” Arga began,...