The mood in the boardroom was thick with tension, not excitement, but a heavy sense of dread.
Red holographic graphs flickered menacingly on the walls, casting unsettling shadows on the faces of the ten CEOs present. The silence was oppressive, filled only with unspoken worries about financial ruin, collapsing markets, alarms going off, and assets disappearing in real time.
This was Aetheris Medical Holdings, a cornerstone of one of the world's most influential pharmaceutical empires.
Typically, every breath taken in this space felt transactional; today, however, it bore the weight of a funeral.
At the head of the sleek black glass table sat Darius Veyne, his formidable presence radiating coldness, his expression frozen.
His hands rested motionless on the table as his steely gray eyes absorbed the grim downward trends displayed before him.
"ONCURA…" he began, his voice low and gravelly yet commanding enough to pull everyone's focus.
