Two months later. The office where Aria and Sara were meeting was a reflection of the tension enveloping them. The cold, bright lights illuminated the papers scattered across the conference table, each filled with reports and confidential documents. Outside, the rain pounded against the office windows with an almost anxious persistence, as if the outside world shared the urgency of the conversation unfolding within.
"We can't keep ignoring this, Sara," said Aria, her voice sharp and full of determination. Her gaze was fierce, her eyes glowing with a mix of concern and restrained anger. "These people are increasing the pressure on all of us. I fear that if we don't make a decision soon, it won't be long before they start launching dirty attacks against us."
