Chapter 13
Ciaran glanced around the boardroom at the twelve directors sitting at the long shiny table. While they were busy taking notes on what he just said, Ciaran scanned the agenda in front of him. He frowned at the last two items and looked up.
“It’s too premature to discuss the last two points on this agenda. That means the meeting today is concluded. Any questions?”
There was a murmuring in the room, brief discussions here and there, and then everyone seemed to be eager to move on with the day. Ciaran dismissed the meeting. As soon as the last person left, he turned on the video call. An image of a man in his sixties flashed on the screen.
“Doctor Thomas, how’s Mother?” Ciaran asked.
Doctor Thomas smiled. “Ciaran, your mother is fine. It was just a mild flu. She is as stubborn
