"If this is all you have to offer"—he stood up from his seat, his voice slicing through the tense silence like a blade—"then we're done here, Mr. Mehra. The Oberoi's have no business with you or your company."

His sharp, penetrating gaze flickered toward the presentation board for a brief moment, a silent statement of his utter disinterest, before he turned on his heel and strode toward the exit. He didn’t wait for a response. He never did. His decisions were final, unquestionable. The door swung shut behind him with a quiet thud, leaving the room in suffocating silence.