The usually formal and sterile boardroom was now filled with soft sighs and the tapping of pens. Vania sat at the corner of the table, her laptop open as she took notes on the key points from Arga’s presentation. She glanced at the screen briefly, then looked toward Arga, who stood near the projector, confidently explaining the details of their expansion strategy.

During a brief pause in the presentation, Arga leaned slightly toward Vania, pointing at the numbers on the screen and whispering, “If we tweak this projection a little, the profit margin could exceed our initial estimates. Do you agree?”

Vania turned to him, offering a faint smile. “I...