Chorus of gasps

Inside the sleek and modern boardroom, the atmosphere was charged with an air of professionalism as Wilson sat at the head of the table, his expression impassive as he listened to the discussion unfolding around him. The other members of the meeting were engaged in a lively debate, their voices blending together in a symphony of ideas and opinions.

David, stood silently by his side, a stoic presence amidst the flurry of activity. He held a stack of documents in his hands, each one meticulously organized and ready at a moment's notice.

As the meeting progressed, Wilson's attention remained focused, his sharp eyes darting from speaker to speaker as he absorbed the information being presented. His demeanor was cool and composed, his expression betraying nothing of the thoughts swirling beneath the surface.