The Silverstone conference room was a war zone masquerading as a meeting space. The smooth mahogany table mirrored the harsh glow of the ceiling lights, and the atmosphere was charged with unvoiced animosity. The board members rested stiffly in their leather seats, their faces displaying a blend of doubt, perplexity, and, in certain instances, blatant contempt.Johnny Lance stood at the opposite end of the table, his tailored suit pristine, his confidence evident, but his eyes revealed a smoldering anger just underneath. At the other end, Marcus Blackwood reclined with an exasperating grin, his hands folded before him like a waiting hunter. Elliot Grayson, the chairman, cleared his throat forcefully, capturing the room's focus. “Okay, everyone, let’s begin.” “Mr. Lance, being our latest board member, I hope you've gone over the agenda?” Johnny responded with a brief nod. "I have looked it over, Grayson." "However, let's not spend time pretending that this meeting was summoned for an