The room was dimly lit.
The leather sofa encircling the room was filled with people. The atmosphere was noisy, everyone talking at once, discussing the situation with righteous indignation.
Those present were all heads of Leray's major conglomerates, political veterans, and leaders of opposition parties. Mature and strategic, they had initially disagreed with this war!
The war had reached a point where the outcome was clear. Surrender! A word that was previously unmentionable was no longer taboo.
They remained silent when unity was paramount, but that didn't mean they'd stay quiet forever.
Emmanuel Brody leaned back in his high-backed chair, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, watching with interest as the room condemned Hamilton.
