After decades of painstaking dedication, the society secretly vowed to improve business meetings.
The solution? Clichés packaged as innovation. Alternatives stricken from the agenda with the gavel of tradition.
But remember, irony wears a gold-plated mask.
Whispered rumors suggest the executives trade their humanity for golden echoes. Beneath the conference table lies the real treasure—honesty exchanged for ordinances of compliance. Would you sign the dotted line, or is that an echo of your better self?
Amid phantom footfalls, the CEO's leather soles drummed a familiar tune—confident, rhythmic, yet dissonant with the unheard. Corporate emails haunt these halls like spirits in search of purpose.