Ezra
I sat dull-eyed as Desmond droned on about something completely irrelevant. He gave me mild glares while trying to get everyone else to listen to his presentation.
“So, in conclusion,” He points at the projection on the screen. “If we do my idea, we will increase profits.”
A few of the other executive raised their hands to ask questions. I look at my phone and send Amelia a few texts. It was past lunch, but there was still some time, so I wanted to spend a little with her. I sigh when she doesn’t answer.
“Ezra?” Desmond looks at me.
“Yes?” I look up at him.
“Am I interrupting something important?” He asks with his hands on his hips.
“No,” I shake my head.
Desmond returns to his presentation, and I zone out for the rest. He takes a half bow at the end, and everyone quickly rise
