In a meeting room at The Brilliant Group's HQ - The air conditioning had reached its maximum, but the men around the table were still sweating their balls off. That is how hot it was in the building, and the acrid smell of sweat that filled the small enclosure seemed to be nearly as noxious as Zyclon B.
The heat was oppressive, but one by one, the managers still managed to present their proposals. It was a depressing yet efficient affair, as everyone wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
The meeting was nearly over, but as the last presentation was being given, Westley's face began to turn red, and he cut the presenter off mid-sentence. "Is this what you call a proposal?" he shouted. "Did your brain come up this? I doubt it! This proposal is nothing more than a rehash of t
