This chapter is dedicated to all Writers who lost their lives in the course of writing their books.
You will always be remembered for good.
Keep resting in peace, Heroes.
"Mr. Barlowe, do you have any contribution before we round off the meeting?" Rosa asked, glancing towards the direction her boss was seated. He had been blank since the beginning of the meeting. She was sure he hardly heard a word they said.
Callan stared back at her, stunned. He shook his head and the corner of his lips twitched in a small smile.
"That will be all for now." He told them.
Rosa and the board members exchanged ungratified glares. That shouldn't be all. He hadn't even said anything since the inception of the meeting and there he was, telling them that would be all for now.
She knew something was wron
