The boardroom slowly settled into a new stillness, papers being shuffled, tablets powered off, and half-empty glasses of sparkling water left behind as the introduction meeting neared its end. Schwarzenger turned his attention to the entire table, his voice composed but authoritative. “Are there any other issues on the ground we need to address before we wrap up?” he asked, gaze sweeping across the twelve high-ranking individuals. Heads subtly shook from side to side. “No, sir,” Rothschild Sr. replied first, followed by quiet murmurs of agreement from the others. Schwarzenger gave a small nod of satisfaction. “Very well then,” he said, rising from the seat with his usual calm grace. “You’re all dismissed. Kindly proceed to the bottom floor. My son would like to address the press and well-wishers from the boardroom balcony.” Chairs scraped gently against the tiled floor as the general managers began filing out, one after another, each offering a polite nod or bow in Elijah’s direct