Considering his age, he should have retired twenty years ago. Yet, without a son to inherit his legacy, this frail old man is still forced to bear the enormous weight of the group.
Old Master Collins's clear and crisp voice resonated through the room. After a series of procedural steps, it was time to vote on whether Jocelyn Griffin should become a member of the Board of Directors.
Jocelyn's throat felt dry from her nervousness, and she couldn't stop secretly swallowing.
Recently, the group's overall revenue had been continually declining compared to last year. She had believed her chances of joining the Board were slim. Several days ago, she'd tried indirectly probing Emily Collins, who had neither confirmed nor denied it, leaving some room for hope.
Sure enough, half a month ago, Old Master Collins had nominated her to the Board. As long as she secured over half the votes, she'd win a seat, bringing her one step closer to the position of Chairman.
