(Kim's Point Of View)
I never knew sitting in a board convention could be this monochromatic and exasperating. It's baffling how I haven't fallen senseless yet. Possibly it was because of the piercing and challenging gaze I was reaping from Mrs. Evans who was crouching among the board members.
"We need an edifice site for our new endeavor," One of the members suggested.
"I already told you haven't I, we could use the lands from the south," Mrs. Evans resolved causally, crossing one leg over the over but that immediately attracted my scrutiny.
"The South?" I inquired. "Isn't those lands occupied by the less privileged?"
She scoffed. "Who cares about them? Give them a bit of money and if they declined, hauled them by their feet,"
I shook my head, disagreeing. "Well, I do
