There was an extremely uncomfortable silence. The echoing auditorium with its stellar acoustics resounded nothing - not even a cough.
“Any questions?”
“What of our projects currently in play?” asked one of the senior researchers who also had a position on the board itself.
“There may be some” Calvin conceded - "I cannot say for sure, as this will no longer be my provence or responsibility.” Calvin felt pure relief as he said these words - finally he thought to himself.
He also privately knew that Mr Black had objections to some, if not all, of the products that were currently in development. What he did not realise was that the fastest way Puck had thought to close the operation was to simply buy it and shut it down. If he owned the patents he could stall most of the frankensteinian works for half a decade or more. He would of course go on to develop his etheric salve for healing.
It had been assumed up until now that this ‘crackpot’ was merely a guest venting his weirdo mix of metaphysical pseudo-science, and not one of the team had any reason to believe that he would have the controlling interest, or funds to make this to happen.
“And now I am going to hand you back over to Mr Black - please give our new CEO a hearty welcome.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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