The conference room in Zenith Tower was a breathtaking spectacle, encased entirely in glass.
As night fell, the city skyline glowed like a vibrant tapestry of lights, with Zenith City sprawling below,a living organism of neon arteries and concrete bones.
From this height, everything seemed orderly. Yet beneath the surface lay the chaos that Arthur had predicted, swirling unseen.
Billy fidgeted with the projector remote in his hand, feeling the weight of anticipation in the air.
The massive screen at the far end of the table lit up with the Osborn Foundation crest: a stylized flame nestled within a shield, its motto shining beneath in silver letters, Lux pro Populo. Light for the People.
Beside him sat Kaia, her posture impeccably straight and her dark suit pristine.
Across the polished table, directors and high-level executives from the Foundation waited expectantly, pens poised and tablets glowing,eyes locked on Billy.
