Meeting hall.
Inside a luxurious meeting hall large enough to accommodate thousands, a massive round marble table occupied the center, surrounded by ten people seated primly. Financiers? Talented leaders? They simply don't have the qualifications to sit here; only true power brokers or those at the pinnacle of their professions are the real protagonists here.
Yet this group of people, standing already at the top of the pyramid, now wore faces filled with worry. Whether it be regretful, fearful, or resentful, what has robbed them of their usual composure is a report in the hands of a middle-aged man dressed in a white coat, with gold-rimmed glasses, sitting at the center of the stone table.
