The conference room was cold and silent except for the sound of fingers clicking against laptop keys. Isaac sat at the head of the table, one hand pressed against his mouth, the other gripping the armrest of his chair. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, but it was obvious to everyone in the room he wasn’t actually listening.
"Mr. Dun?"
He blinked.
His head tilted slightly as he looked toward the analyst who had spoken. There was a pause and then he gave a short nod, like he’d heard everything.
"Yes, go on."
The woman hesitated, confused, then continued her report about market projections. Everyone tried to pretend like it wasn’t awkward but all eyes kept drifting back to the man at the head of the table, whose expression didn’t change once.
He looked calm, almost too calm.
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