Leonardo's POV
I sat at the head of the long table in the conference room. Six men and women filled the chairs on either side. Board members, investors, lawyers, all of them waited for me to speak.
Marcus sat to my right. His hair was slicked back, his gray suit was pressed. He had been delivering bad news for thirty years and today was no different.
"The European expansion numbers are lower than projected," Marcus said as he slid a folder across the table. "We need to reconsider the timeline."
"Lower how?" I asked, without opening the folder.
Marcus adjusted his tie. "Fifteen percent below target. The market in Berlin is saturated, Milan is slower than expected. London is holding steady but not growing."
Gregory Whitman, head of acquisitions, leaned forward. He was in his mid fift
