The moment Soren Bellandi stepped off the stage, the room seemed to shatter.

It wasn’t applause that filled the air. It wasn’t the polite hum of admiration that usually followed corporate speeches.

It was a sound—raw and electric—rising from every corner of the hall.

Gasps. Whispers. Shouts. Laughter. The kind of chaos that only follows something extraordinary.

“He’s staying here?” someone breathed, too loud to be a secret.

“In this branch? Every day?”

“I’ll see him ...