Understanding

Reginald entered the lounge, feeling the tightness in his chest ease slightly as he left the meeting room. He was still reeling from the confrontation with Emily, her words echoing in his mind. She had managed to expose the very core of Triesenberg's strategy, challenging him in a way few others had. He knew he had to find a way to regain some semblance of control in their next encounter.

The lounge was understated, with soft chairs arranged around a low table. Sunlight filtered in through the high windows, casting a warm glow across the room. It was designed to offer comfort without the distraction of excess. Reginald moved toward one of the chairs and sat down, his eyes scanning the space. A small tray on the table held a selection of tea and pastries, but he ignored it for the moment.