The hall buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with tension and curiosity. Reporters whispered hurriedly into microphones, camera crews adjusted their focus, and the rhythmic clicks of shutters echoed like a steady drumbeat.
Then, the room quieted.
Morgan entered with the composure of a seasoned statesman—his expression calm, every step measured. Dressed in his signature black suit, he carried the weight of Magus Tech's reputation like a second skin.
He approached the podium without a word, letting his presence speak first. The lights shifted slightly as all lenses turned toward him.
Morgan paused, glancing over the sea of expectant faces. Then, in a rare show of courtesy, he smiled slightly and extended a hand.
"Please, take a seat."
Chairs shuffled as the media settled down, their attention sharpening like blades.
With a final nod, Morgan leaned into the microphone.
"The press conference," he said, voice steady and resonant, "is now in session."
