The air in the glass-walled conference room was unnaturally quiet. The soft hum of the holographic screens broke the stillness, echoing like a nervous heartbeat. Outside, the ocean spread infinitely towards a dark, moonless horizon void of light, silent, and merciless.
Inside this charged atmosphere the ten most influential leaders in the pharmaceutical industry, their faces pale and drawn from recent shocking news.
In just a matter of minutes, their once-fortunate empires had crumbled. The systems they had once controlled so confidently were now reduced to mere ashes before them.
Then, unexpectedly, a hologram flickered to life.
Arthur Osborn appeared as a composed figure of shimmering silver light at the head of the table. His presence felt both chilling and steady as the faint blue hue of his projection cast an ethereal glow throughout the room.
He looked at everyone present and smiled.
"Hello everyone. We finally met face to face."
