In the silent halls where echoes never fade,Dreams are woven from the golden threads of hope.Ambition dances on the balance sheet, unafraid,As visions of profit through the corridors elope.Beneath the glow of flickering fluorescent lights,Decisions are carved from the stone of foresight.Strategies whispered in the quiet of nights,While the clock ticks softly, guiding the flight.Beyond the glass, the city hums its tune,Where aspirations soar beneath the crescent moon.In boardrooms where futures are maroon,Risks are painted with brushes of fortune.And when dawn breaks with its gentle embrace,The tapestry of commerce unfolds with grace.In the heartbeat of business, a relentless race,Carving legacies in time, a perpetual chase.