In the opulent office chamber adorned with rich wooden paneling and illuminated with subdued golden light, President Malcolm Stokes of the United Sovereign League adjusted his crimson tie.
His sharp navy suit was immaculate, his expression calm but shadowed by frustration.
Before him, a holographic screen shimmered to life, projecting the image of Zhao Renshu, the Prime Minister of Daxia. Zhao's composed face was framed by the ornate backdrop of his private study, a subtle symbol of his authority.
"Prime Minister Zhao," Malcolm began with a cordial nod. "I appreciate you taking the time. I trust this conversation remains strictly confidential between us?"
"Of course, President Stokes," Zhao replied, his tone even but tinged with caution. "These are delicate matters, after all."
