The conference room was silent except for the soft clacking of keyboards and the occasional shuffle of papers. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, casting golden stripes across the sleek mahogany table. My international clients sat upright, their eyes flicking between the charts displayed on the screen and the proposal documents in front of them. Sid sat to my left, Papa and Chacha opposite me—our expressions equally sharp, voices measured, focused.
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