Everyone went quiet within the room, rising again to their feet for a moment before sitting back down.
Evelyn sat at the head of the chair, fingers steepled.
"So…what's your decision?"
They all glanced at each other, clearly conflicted. None of them had been able to come to a decision. If they really left to join Preston, will everything work out? Would it be smarter to stick with TDG?
But what's the point? TDG was practically done for, being run by a young woman such as herself.
Sage Darkwood was a different case. An experienced man.
"We have…not come to a decision yet," Mr. Roman said.
Evelyn glanced at him. "You had two weeks, Mr. Roman. What do you mean?"
"This is not just a simple decision. It could change the course of TDG. I'm sure you understand that."
She nodded, gaze fixed on Preston who was shooting her bemoaning glares.
"Of course I do. However, the decisions are not in my hands, but yours."
"Give us time," Marcella said.
