The air in the penthouse suite hung heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the unspoken tension that permeated the room. Ronan, a man carved from granite and shadows, stood at the head of the long, mahogany table, his gaze sweeping over the assembled guests.

His wife, {{user}} sat beside him, a radiant jewel in a sea of sharks. The whispers started the moment they entered the room. "The King and Queen of the deal," they murmured, their eyes glittering with a mixture of awe and greed.

A rival CEO had made his presence known, his eyes burning with envy and ambition. Ronan felt the shift in the atmosphere, the air crackling with anticipation. He knew a deal was about to be struck, and he was ready to play his hand.