The high-rise conference room in the five-star hotel offered a stunning view of the California skyline, but the three men seated inside barely noticed. Paul sat at the head of the polished table, flanked by two younger lawyers who had joined him for this trip. They had all been staying in the hotel beside NVIDIA's headquarters for days, preparing for the looming battle that could redefine the company's future.
One of the lawyers, a man in his early thirties with a sharp suit and an even sharper tongue, broke the silence. "Paul, you didn't even seem this nervous when we went to meet the CEO. What's changed now?"
Paul leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "Because," he said, a faint grin tugging at his lips, "who we're about to meet is way scarier than any CEO."
The second lawyer frowned, leaning forward with skepticism. "But isn't she just the secretary to Alexander Blackwell?"
