THE CONFERENCE ROOM
The conference room exuded a cold, calculated precision—a space where decisions that shaped destinies were made. The air was thick with authority as forty faces, each marked with experience and resolve, gathered around a long, obsidian table. Senior Partners and department heads filled the room, their expressions a mix of curiosity and guarded professionalism. The introductions had made their way around the table, the formality hanging like a heavy fog.
Adir, the Criminal Lawyer, was the first to speak, his voice carrying a sharp edge as if he were already cross-examining someone in court. "Adir. Criminal."
Next came Vidya, the Property Lawyer, her tone clipped and business-like. "Vidya. Property."
Gambhir, the Reporter, leaned forward slightly, his eyes always scanning, always observing. "Gambhir. Reporting."