The encrypted conference flickered into existence in the dim light. The air was thick with static, and the video quality fluctuated wildly.
Each CEO appeared as distorted holograms, their faces illuminated only partially, displaying fragmented expressions and cold eyes that mirrored a faint digital glow.
Behind them stood sterile gray walls, testifying to the disarray of their once-mighty empires.
For the first time since forming the Concord, they seemed exposed and vulnerable.
Korin Veyd struck the console with his palm, his voice rough with frustration. "Someone's leaking our plans to Osborn!"
His declaration cut through the static like a bullet.
Lira Solmarr's image paused mid-blink before resuming with sharp clarity; her patience was clearly running thin. "You think I'd deliberately sabotage myself? Half my company is on fire because of your botched trades!"
