Untamed Negotiations

INT. STEELE ENTERPRISES LOBBY - DAYThe heart of New York City's financial district buzzed with relentless energy. Elena Cruz, dressed in a tailored navy suit and sharply pointed heels, entered the sleek lobby of Steele Enterprises. Her heels clicked purposefully on the polished marble floor as she approached the imposing security desk manned by a stern-faced GUARD.SECURITY GUARD: (scrutinizing her badge) Ms. Cruz, you're here for the 10 AM with Mr. Steele?ELENA: (nodding with a confident smile) That's right.The security guard nodded curtly, acknowledging her credentials, and gestured toward the waiting bank of elevators. Elena stepped into one, her mind already focused on the upcoming meeting. This merger negotiation could potentially redefine the telecommunications industry. It wasn't just a business deal; it was her chance to prove her prowess and elevate her career to new heights.INT. ELEVATOR - STEELE ENTERPRISESAs the elevator ascended smoothly to the executive floor, Elena reviewed her strategy one last time. The soft hum of the elevator was drowned out by the rush of thoughts in her mind—financial projections, negotiation tactics, and the calculated risks she might need to take.INT. BOARDROOM - STEELE ENTERPRISESThe elevator doors opened with a quiet ding, revealing the sleek and modern executive floor of Steele Enterprises. Elena stepped out with purpose, her confidence radiating as she navigated the corridor lined with offices boasting expansive views of the city skyline.She reached the imposing double doors of the boardroom, where the atmosphere seemed to change subtly—charged with anticipation and the weight of decisions that could shape the future of both companies involved.Elena pushed open the doors and entered the boardroom, where Alexander Steele awaited at the head of a long, polished mahogany table. His presence commanded attention—the epitome of corporate power and sophistication, clad in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit.ALEXANDER: (coolly, with a hint of curiosity) Ms. Cruz.Elena's gaze met Alexander's steel-blue eyes, unflinching in their intensity. She took in his composed demeanor, the way every word and gesture seemed calculated to maintain control.ELENA: (meeting his gaze with unwavering determination) Mr. Steele.ALEXANDER: (leaning back slightly, assessing her) Ready to discuss terms?ELENA: (confidently, with a hint of challenge) Absolutely, Mr. Steele. Let's negotiate.