Chapter 4 — Cracks in the Foundation

Third Person

The Obsidian Tower’s pristine, modern interiors betrayed none of the turmoil brewing within. The hum of productivity was palpable, a cool, clinical efficiency that masked the cracks forming beneath its polished surface. Amara Voss stood at the head of the expansive boardroom table, her sharp gaze scanning the sea of anxious faces before her. The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows cut harsh angles across her tailored suit, a stark contrast to the worry etched into the features of her senior team.