The conference room fell silent as the doors swung open.
All eyes turned toward the figure who entered.
He was a chubby man in his fifties, with thinning hair and a nervous expression.
He was dressed in a slightly ill-fitting suit and held a leather briefcase that he held tightly to his chest.
“That must be Doctor Wonder’s assistant,” someone whispered, barely concealing a smirk.
Amanda straightened up in her chair, flashing a victorious smile. “I told you all I had a backup plan. Doctor Won may not be here himself, but his assistant has come with everything we need.”
Just as Amanda’s words reached their ears, the doors opened a second time, and the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.
A man in his forties, dressed in a neat tailored suit, walked in with an air of authority
