New York}

The board meeting was thick with tension, each man and woman careful with their words as they delivered their findings to the cold man who sat in his black shiny chair.

His index finger tapped gently on the table, his gaze piercing as he listened to all their words.

"That's all, Mr. Sinclair" the man who had just finished speaking swallowed hard as he bowed slightly.

"That's all?" The cold man asked, his deep voice piercing the air like a jagged dagger. The presenter nodded, fear rising in him.

He tilted his head. "That's all?" he asked again, his voice now dripping with cold.

"Yes, Mr. Sinclair."

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