Fiona darted a sharp, angry glance at Ewan, her frustration bubbling just below the surface.
She was thoroughly pissed off at the moment, craving nothing more than to escape the confines of the boardroom, but Ewan just didn't care.
"Sit down, Fiona," He stated calmly, his tone measured as he returned his attention to the shareholders. "I think we have covered all the grounds there are. This meeting has been dismissed. Thank you all for coming."
Echoes of "thank you" filled the air as the shareholders stood, collected their belongings, and sashayed out of the boardroom, their mingling voices fading into the distance.
"Ewan, can I talk to you for a minute…" Old Mr. Thorne's voice cut through the remnants of the meeting as he approached the almost empty room, pausing before Ewan, who sat still in his chair, seemingly lost in thought, as if mentally sifting through the meeting minutes.
