Third-Person POV
The conference hall of GoldNova pulsed with noise. There was papers rustling, chairs scraping and the low hum of whispered conversations threading through the air.
Rows of Alphas fill the long tables, they were flanked by their Betas, secretaries, and assistants. And the security lined the walls, unmoving and watchful. The microphone on the podium crackled on the other hand, its echo bouncing off the high ceiling.
Samantha stood near Haley, surrounded by the restless energy of the Summit.
Samantha could feel eyes on her; curious, calculating, and assessing. She kept her posture straight and her breathing steady. She had to look composed and she had to look unbothered. Even if her stomach was tightening with every second that passing.
Then Maximus stepped forward.
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