The conference room is a sanctuary of shadows and precision, buried deep within the secret headquarters of R Corporation in the heart of La Défense.
The gleaming business district of Paris, where skyscrapers pierce the sky like monoliths of ambition.
There's no company logo which adorns the frosted black glass walls. The space is designed for anonymity, a void where deals of unimaginable scale are forged away from prying eyes and regulatory whispers.
Indirect lighting casts a muted glow, cool and clinical, illuminating the single obsidian table that dominates the center like a polished altar. Around it sit twelve men, titans of global finance clad in ten million euro suits.
They have flown in on private jets from the humid sprawl of Singapore, the sun baked opulence of Doha, and the
