"M-Mr. Tucker... Zane?"
The atmosphere in the conference hall shifted instantly. Director Timothy Yates stared blankly at the entrance, his brain struggling to process the visual information before him. Seeing Zane Tucker stride in, flanked by a phalanx of imposing security, Timothy experienced a moment of cognitive dissonance. However, years of navigating corporate politics kicked in; his shock was quickly plastered over with a sycophantic, trembling smile.
"Sir! What brings you down here personally?" Timothy stammered, his voice pitching higher than usual.
The air in the room grew heavy. The other entrepreneurs gathered for the bidding war, including Spencer Quinn of Ascension Corp, felt the temperature drop. Their expressions morphed from mockery to confusion and unease. Judging by Z
