The sponsors in the room barely acknowledged JJ's entrance, their gazes fixed on the flickering screens. Conversations were subdued, whispered beneath breaths, but there was something heavy in the air, a quiet intensity that pressed against the room.
As she moved further in, she noticed the way some heads turned slightly in her direction before returning to their private screens, hands tapping lightly against the embedded panels at their chairs, adjusting bets, monitoring stats. The banners lining the walls barely moved, their vibrant colors illuminated under the soft glow of overhead chandeliers. Below, plush chairs curved around personal holographic displays, reflecting the wealth and power gathered in the space.
