263 WHO LET OUT THE CAT?

The sleek conference room buzzed with anticipation. Directors and partners, a mix of seasoned veterans and eager newcomers, leaned forward in their plush chairs. A low murmur of conversation swirled around the mahogany table, punctuated by the clinking of ice in glasses. At the head of the table stood Luke, CEO of the company, his gaze sweeping over the expectant faces. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he gestured towards Dominick, who sat at the opposite end. Dominick, bathed in the warm glow of the overhead lights, met Luke's gaze with a confident grin. He exuded an air of success, his tailored suit a testament to his ambition. A collective murmur of approval rose from the room as directors extended their hands for a firm handshake. Dominick greeted each one with practiced ease, his charm seemingly disarming any initial reservations. "Hi Natalie, hope you had a great weekend. Ready to run into the workweek?" he smiled, showing his bright teeth to one of the directors. "Sur