The St. Regis Miami conference room wasn't just luxury—it was the kind of wealth porn Architectural Digest drools over. Floor-to-ceiling windows spilled sunlight across Biscayne Bay like God's own spotlight, an Italian marble table sat in the middle looking smug about costing more than the average suburban cul-de-sac, and the chairs? Oh, those chairs were silent weapons.
Ergonomic diplomacy.
Cushioned manipulation. Whoever designed them understood that comfort wins wars before words do.
