The sound of rain outside seemed isolated in another world.
Fine strands of rain tapped on the glass, slanting through the two holes in the wall, seeping a small patch of dark water stains on the floor, yet unable to penetrate the still air of the conference room.
Only the ticking of the wall clock, each tick like a heavy hammer, struck the heart.
Causing everyone to breathe more slowly, trying to minimize their presence in the conference room.
Just moments ago, Lanni and Zhao Kai were arguing fiercely over the plan, now they sat shriveled in their chairs as if their bones had been pulled out, shoulders slightly hunched, hardly daring to breathe.
Hou Rui and Carl Dickinson, who had previously come out swinging, also restrained all their sharpness.
At some point, Hou Rui had changed to a new pair of gold-rimmed glasses, taking out a tissue to carefully polish the shiny lenses.
