The waves lapped gently against the yacht's metal hull, producing a sound that echoed a heartbeat,muffled by layers of steel and glass.
Inside the conference room, ten individuals sat in silence, illuminated by the soft blue light from holographic projectors set into the floor.
They appeared worn out, their bodies tense with anxiety. A subtle scent of brine mingled with cool metal filled the air. Not a word was spoken; no one even cleared their throat. They were simply waiting. Waiting for him.
At exactly 11:00 PM, the hologram flickered back to life. Arthur appeared, just as he had the previous evening,standing tall, composed, and with an unreadable expression.
His demeanor was firm and his gaze unyielding. The blue light bathed the sleek table and shimmered in their weary eyes. For several moments, he remained quiet. The stillness in the room felt heavier than any spoken word.
