The meeting room hummed with quiet conversation, the voices of Mr. Qin's team blending into the subtle whirr of the air conditioner overhead. The walls, a sleek glass enclosure that reflected the muted tones of the office, stood as silent witnesses to the unfolding scene.
At the center of the room, the polished mahogany table gleamed under the low, warm lighting, large enough to seat a dozen people but not so wide that a raised voice couldn't span its length.
Papers lay scattered across the surface—prototypes, diagrams, and reports all concerning the company's latest product launch. But amidst the discussion of market strategies, Mr. Qin's attention was adrift.
Seated at the head of the table, his posture upright but disconnected, Mr. Qin twirled a silver pen between his fingers with idle precision.
