The tension in the boardroom was so thick a knife could cut through it, the silence hid a brewing storm, something was shifting in the company politics and while some wanted the change, others weren't so eager.
Men and women squirmed uneasily in their seats, they had been briefed on the agenda of the impromptu meeting, a few eyes shot brief discreet glances at Callan who sat stone faced in his seat, not a single expression on his face to give away his thoughts.
Vicente watched them all with a sharp gaze, as though he was trying to see thorough them, he already knew who his enemies were and was prepared to cut them down one by one. These greedy people were like cancer tumors, and the only way to get rid of tumors was removing them, permanently.
