The crisp morning air following the torrential downpour felt surprisingly clear, yet inside the executive suite of Diamond Star Hotel, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Clara sat behind a massive dark oak desk, her fingers lightly tapping against a leather-bound folder. Dressed in a sharply tailored charcoal blazer and a white silk blouse, she exuded the quiet authority of a leader who had just reshaped the city's corporate landscape.
Beside her, Aaron stood attentively, projecting a series of complex financial charts and ownership trees onto the wall screen.
"With Julian Vane officially ousted from the board of Vane Enterprises, the liquidation process has begun," Aaron reported, his voice crisp and professional. "However, as expected, the carcass of his company isn't being left untouched. Someone is aggressively buying up Vane Enterprises' remaining debt shares at marked-up prices."
