The morning sun poured through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of Osborn Technology's executive conference room, casting long, golden rectangles across the sleek mahogany table.
Julian Osborn adjusted his cufflinks with a practiced ease, inhaling the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with a hint of citrus from cleaning products.
At fifty-two, he exuded the kind of confidence that comes from three decades in the tech industry, his salt-and-pepper hair was impeccably styled, and his navy suit was crisp yet understated.
"President, they have arrived," Julian's assistant announced as she held the door open for five executives who entered the room.
Each one represented mid-tier manufacturers from across the Aurelian Federation, all eager to carve out their piece of the competitive consumer tech market.
"Gentlemen, welcome!" Julian greeted them warmly but with a hint of formality. "Coffee? Tea? Or shall we dive right into business?"
