In a conference hall...
A thick haze of smoke filled the conference room, shrouding the tense faces of Lady Mesh and her companions as they sat around the rectangular table, their voices raised in a heated argument.
Lady Mesh's facial features were obscured by the swirling smoke, but the air was heavy with tension, weighing upon the women's shoulders like a physical force, making it hard to breathe.
"How can she sit there, shrouded in smoke, while we're trying to fix this mess she created? Does she even care about this family anymore?" one woman exclaimed, prompting another to slam her hand on the table and hiss,
"I've had enough of her insolence!"
