Fara barely had time to process the awkward interruption before Clint cleared his throat dramatically, drawing everyone's attention back to the meeting room. His expression was all business, but the lingering smirk hinted at the chaos he knew he'd walked into moments earlier.
As everyone settled around the table, Ziggy positioned himself on Fara's right, a subtle but deliberate move. Clint, taking the seat opposite, locked eyes with Ziggy for a beat too long, an air of unspoken rivalry crackling between them.
Fara opened the meeting briskly, laying out the objectives and addressing the European investors' requests for conceptual changes. As she spoke, Clint leaned back in his chair, occasionally interjecting with pointed questions.
"So, we're bending over backward because of their whims?" Clint quipped, his tone carrying a sharp edge. "Seems like we're risking the entire campaign's integrity here."
