Aiden Knight's POV
The conference room fell into absolute silence. Victor's face had gone completely white, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Clara's hand trembled as she continued staring at her transformed skin. Chloe gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles had turned bone-white.
"Three years," Victor finally whispered. "You're saying one pill adds three years to someone's life?"
"Minimum. For younger, healthier individuals, the effect could be even more pronounced."
Clara set the bottle down with exaggerated care, as if it might explode. "Aiden, do you understand what you're holding? This isn't just business anymore. This is..."
"Revolution," Chloe finished quietly. "This changes everything. Everything."
I watched their faces transform as the implications hit them. The skepticism had completely evaporated, replaced by a mixture of terror and excitement that made the air crackle with tension.
