Frederico's seasoned eyes scrutinized Samuel, attempting to unsettle the young leader with the weight of his gaze.
The room fell silent, each member of the table pondering the implications of this new leadership. The silence stretched, thick with anticipation and subtle challenges, until Emile, with his long hair and an air of nonchalance, broke it with a sharp, resonant laugh. "I do believe the kid has a fair point," he said, his voice smooth yet carrying a razor's edge, cutting through the tension. His amusement seemed out of place, yet it commanded attention, his laughter echoing like a bell in the vast, opulent room.
"As regardless of age, he is set to be our new boss," Emile continued, his smile widening as he observed the effect of his words. "I suppose that it is only fair that we take some time to introduce ourselves to him."
