In the thirty-sixth floor of the residential building, which belonged to Orvel, Jovä —head of the Material manufacturing department—, Poch —the head of the Simulation and Testing department— and Orvel —head of the Design and Energy department, were all gathered.
Before them was a communicator they stared at with intense gazes. They were waiting for the outcome of the board meeting as that would decide whether they went on with their plans or not.
*Beep*
"A message." Poch said, while Orvel moved to check it out.
"What did he say?" Jovä asked.
The "he" was their informant in the meeting and the one to relay the resolutions of the event.
"...They agreed." Orvel scowled as he gripped the communicator tightly, crushing it into pieces.
"I guess we're going with the plan." Jovä sighed.
They began to spread the news before they walked out of the flat and headed outside the building.
Lucas was currently in a good mood as he had finally succeeded with the longtime plan he had in mind.
