Using the charts and graphs from the monthly data that he had prepared ahead of time, Aaron began conducting the meeting as Violet happily remained in his lap while holding her pink stuffed rabbit. As he went, Alistair's demeanor grew ever more glacial. Some of the shareholders began rubbing their arms to ward off the chill.
Even Violet felt it. She squirmed uncomfortably, squeezing her rabbit even tighter. Eventually, she turned around and buried her face in Aaron's chest, clutching part of his shirt in her tiny fist.
He was so angry that his father had scared her that he unintentionally let off an ice storm of his own. By this point, everyone in the room was trying to stop their teeth from chattering.
"Daddy," Violet whimpered.
