~Mexico City~
A middle aged man around his mid forties, sitting on a black mahogany chair with a arm rest.
He had his fingers interlocked as he started at the seven men in the meeting room. 4 and 3 on each side.
"CEO Helian we can't possibly go about it this way, we know today is your grieving day but please be clear headed.."
CEO Helian dropped his hand and stared at the man who just spoke.
Clear headed? His mind was as sharp as it would ever be, just because he was grieving didn't mean he was muddled.
"I am clearheaded, just because I'm grieving doesn't mean I'm muddled.."
"Then why won't you give ears to what we're saying.."
CEO Helian frowned growing tired with their constant and irritable questions.
"Because it won't work! Why can't you get that into your f**king brain! I've tried their strategy before do you think a multi billion dollar company runs in mindless risks. I'm done with this conversation if you all want to try this strategy you can go to a dif company.."
