In the large conference room on the presidential floor, the atmosphere was heavy. Major board members and directors of various units sat in silence, their faces grim.
The large brown mahogany table shone under the light. Papers sprawled before them.
The projector hummed softly, displaying the current trend of the Allen Group stock on the market.
The chart dipped steeply, its red line cutting across the screen like a blade.
Their faces hardened and ashen, some paled, as if watching the lifeblood of the Group drain away before their very eyes.
Murmurs of dread rippled beneath the surface, but no one dared to voice the full extent of their fears or the outcome of such stock fall.
Vera took a deep breath and began her address. Luke sat at the edge of the table closer to the door, and the president's seat had his note and ballpoint pen ready to write down.
He had already decided to do just his work as an assistant but not for Vera.
