The Bidding Conference had not yet officially commenced, but the venue was already buzzing with the electric atmosphere of high-stakes capitalism. The center of the massive hall was dominated by a sleek podium and a colossal LED screen. Arranged in semi-circles radiating outward were the designated seats for each participating corporation, their placards gleaming under the chandeliers.
Most of the company representatives had already arrived. The room was a sea of hushed whispers and rustling papers as teams frantically reviewed their proposals. However, in one particular corner, a crowd had gathered, creating a scene of commotion that stood out starkly against the professional backdrop.
Surrounded by mocking faces stood Caroline Lynn and her mother, Martha Pierce.
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