Meanwhile, while Evan was handling the major operations, Roy wasn't the one to sit idle and watch his son do all the work. Determined to lend a hand, he contacted the heads of all the family factions and convened a video conference.
The video conference began with the screen flickering to life, Roy's face appearing in the frame. Before he could say a word, a barrage of voices erupted, each more demanding than the last.
"What the hell is going on, Roy?"
"How did the Rajputs fall so suddenly?"
"And why is Amit Sharma being blamed for all of this?"
"Just what kind of game are you playing here?"
The voices of family heads overlapped, their anger and confusion filling the digital space. The cacophony made Roy rub his temples in frustration, feeling an upcoming headache.
"Enough!" Roy's voice thundered through the speakers, silencing the room. "Everyone, calm down and let me explain."