"I think the opportunity in Sicily is promising." Feeling William's eyes boring into him, Adriel quickly added, "But it is a bit out of our comfort zone."
A faint sigh of disappointment seemed to drift through the room, but Hale's voice cut in, louder than all of it. "You spoke, but you said nothing. Have you no opinion of your own?"
Jefferson laced his fingers with a leveled smile. "Adriel, I'm glad you see the potential here," he mentioned before moving onto convincing others. "This company has to evolve, and evolution isn't risk-free. It takes bold moves to keep us competitive."
As the board members gazes moved back to his uncle, Adriel could feel the word "indecisive" hang above him, like a sign on a stick stabbed into his skull for everyone to see. He rubbed his forehead and exhaled.
