Chapter 40 — Not Too Late For Change!

The doors creaked open, revealing the boardroom. With soft lights, glowing from a recessed ring in the ceiling that bathed everything in a silent halo, the room felt deliberate. In the center stood a massive circular table of polished oak, smooth enough to catch reflections from the room's gentle lighting.

The table was designed so no one sat at the “head”, although everyone knew where exactly the authority rested.

Old portraits lined the walls, ...