The clock ticked steadily, heightening tension in the room as Isabella, Leon, and their team convened around the conference table. A thick silence hung in the air; the weight of Weber's ultimatum weighed down upon them all. Isabella's stomach churned with unease, but she couldn't afford to let doubt seep into her mind. They were running out of time, and the stakes had never been higher.
Leon paced the window, restless energy coursing through his veins as his brow furrowed deep in thought. Derek sat at the far end of the table, still bearing bruises from the ordeal that he had been put through-looking battered, but definitely not broken. The rest of them visibly looked weary but focused on what they were yet to undertake. They knew full well what lay at stake.
