Lance's company building was fortunate enough not to be hit by shelling, which was a blessing amidst the misfortune; at least he currently didn't need to find a place to hold the meeting.
Sitting at the head of the massive conference table, he looked at the managers on either side of the table, and the row after row of team leaders behind them, then said—
"We can't just be a gang!"
The Lance family didn't suffer much loss this time, over twenty people died in the shelling, and it's said that another thirty or forty people were injured, mostly lightly, and though two were seriously injured, they were not in life-threatening danger.
The whole city is now in mourning, with the nation's focus concentrated here. This was a great moment to demonstrate "responsibility."
Lance's gaze lingered on each face before shifting to the next person.
Most of those he looked at could meet his gaze head-on, but some could not withstand the pressure behind that calm gaze and lowered their heads.
