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No one laughed. But Priya smiled. Arthur flinched. Eleanor didn't react at all.

Arthur Vance had been a titan once. Now, at fifty-three, he was a titan who had been politely asked to "transition into consultancy." His current client was a startup he despised. He sat in the Summer Wing’s conference room—walls the color of overheated sand, lighting harsh as noon—staring at a spreadsheet that wouldn't balance. grand seasons business hotel

Tonight, three stories unfolded under its muted gold lighting. No one laughed