The atmosphere in the boardroom of Prymus Company was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the sharp, metallic tang of desperation. Nanny Flynn sat frozen, her mouth slightly agape as if she had forgotten how to breathe. The air felt heavy, pressing down on the Flynn family like the weight of a collapsing skyscraper.
David Maher, the head of the Maher family and a titan of the Duskhaven City business world, didn't even spare the old woman a glance. He adjusted the cuff of his bespoke suit, his voice echoing with cold finality. "Let me be perfectly clear," he stated, his eyes fixed on the peeling wallpaper as if the very building were beneath him. "Our interest in Prymus Company began and ended with Miss Flynn. We came here to discuss a procurement contract for one hundred thousand
