The air remained thick with tension. A heavy, suffocating silence filled the vast meeting hall, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper or the shifting of uneased bodies in their chairs.
At the head of the polished mahogany table sat Devi, dictating orders with the weight of a judge passing sentence. There was no hesitation in her voice—only authority, sharp and final. No one dared to challenge her.
At the far end of the room, Omkar remained silent. Watching. Observing. If she acknowledged his presence, it was only in the way she ignored him entirely.
Devi Naidu/Gupta/Fl
(calm, yet commanding)
I want a list of every hospital, clinic, and research facility that received supplies from Wilson Pharmaceuticals in the last six months. If any of those shipments were compromised, we will be the first to alert them—before this turns into a lawsuit.
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