In a meeting room at the seventh floor of Voice, several shareholders were present. Their expression were focused as they stared at the man standing in front of a screen.
Adrian sat at the edge of the long table, back straight, hands resting calmly on the armrest of his chair. His expression did not change even once.
The man standing in front of the wide screen kept talking. But very little of it entered Adrian's ears.
No one found his nonchalance strange. Everyone in this room already knew how he was. Adrian Vale attended meetings, but rarely spoke. When he did, it was never for small things.
The man cleared his throat and switched the slide.
"Next, we plan to organize a celebration party for our grade six singers." he said.
The screen showed three names in bold letters.
Relanie Ardent.
Thelvis Adrero.
Bunnie Swerlo.
