Board meetings were not one of Tristan's favourite things, but he had always viewed them as being a necessary evil. But what was currently going on was just plain evil, pure and simple. As was normally the case whenever they used the particular conference room that they were in, Tristan was seated at the head of the long table, board members on either side. But this time things were different.
On the other end of the table, Zachariah stared back at him, his eyes unblinking. given what he had just heard. Tristan wanted to ask his cousin to repeat himself just so he could be sure. But he knew that that would not change anything. The request, no, demand was a better word for it. The demand that Zachariah had just made would not change.
