2:00 PM. Conference Room One, top floor.
The executives settled in along the long table. I sat in the observer seats against the wall, laptop ready, as the newest member of the Special Task Force.
David stood at the front by the projector, beaming as he walked through the data that belonged to me. He'd changed into a dark patterned tie today. The dark red gem clip on his chest caught the light.
"...If we move forward with this plan, we can reduce costs by fifteen percent by the second half." David wrapped up his ten-minute presentation, poorly concealing his smugness as he waited for approval from the head of the table.
Victor sat at the main seat, leaning slightly back.
"Fifteen percent reduction," he said. His voice carried clearly through the silent room. "Which department labor co
