The glass doors of the Osborn Holdings Executive Conference Hall.slid open with a near-silent hiss, unveiling a vast space that felt more like a throne room than a typical corporate meeting area.
A colossal obsidian table spanned the length of the hall, its surface polished to such a mirror-like sheen that it reflected the vaulted ceiling soaring fifty feet above.
Holographic projectors hummed softly along the walls, casting the Osborn sigil,a silver phoenix encircled by nine stars, into midair, where it rotated gracefully.
At the head of this impressive table sat Arthur, his fingers steepled and sharp blue eyes scanning the room as various presidents of the Osborn Empire filed in.
Dressed in a tailored black suit with no tie and an undone top button, he exuded an air of calculated control rather than carelessness.
