Napoleon leaned over his desk, his eyes fixed on the table being pushed by the men working for Sane. He knew that beneath the concealing curtain lay the future of the French Navy. The anticipation was building inside him as he was eager to see what Sane had come up with.
The men stopped, their synchronized movements coming to a halt as they positioned the table precisely in the center of the room.
He nodded at Sané, signaling for him to proceed.
With a flourish, Sané stepped forward, his hands steady as he grasped the edges of the curtain.
"Your Excellency," Sané began. "I present to you the future of the French Navy."
With a swift motion, Sané whisked the curtain away, revealing the magnificent creation that lay beneath. Napoleon gasped slightly and his eyes widened in awe.
