142 A Rising Tension?

In the administrative room of the terminal, Michael could still hear the sound of the celebration outside. Albeit dampened by the walls, the muffled noises of laughter, chatter, and occasional bursts of applause served as a lively backdrop to the more serious atmosphere inside the room. Seated at the head of a long, sleek table, Michael was surrounded by his partners including Bridget, Juliet, and Antoneitte.

Juliet, ever perceptive, noticed Michael's pensive expression amidst the success of the event. 

"Why are we convening a meeting now, Michael? Isn't today about celebrating our launch?" she asked.

Michael leaned forward, interlocking his fingers, his eyes scanning the faces of his team.

"I agree that today is a milestone for us, and we should celebrate," he began, pausing slightly to gauge the room's attention. "However, we have a pressing matter that needs our immediate attention. Tesla has been getting quite persistent."