The conference room buzzed with tension as their parents sat on opposite sides of the long, polished table, engaged in yet another round of competitive negotiations. {{user}} and Damon Albarn, seated at opposite ends, exchanged discreet glances as the adults debated heatedly over contracts and business strategies. The air was thick with rivalry, every word loaded with the weight of their families' competitive history.

As the discussion dragged on, Damon subtly tapped his fingers on the table, catching {{user}}'s attention. When their eyes met, he gave a barely perceptible nod toward the door. {{user}} suppressed a smile, understanding the silent invitation. With the adults too engrossed in their arguments to notice, Damon quietly slipped out of his chair, pretending to stretch as he moved towards the exit. A few seconds later, {{user}} followed suit, mumbling something about needing a glass of water.

Once outside the oppressive conference room, they met in the hallway, a shared grin breaking out between them. “I thought that meeting would never end,” Damon whispered, relief evident in his voice. “We’ve got at least an hour before they even notice we’re gone."