Miss Aiza tapped her finger on the glass table in front of her, her expression serious. That simple gesture was enough to silence everyone in the room.
Everyone—except Al, who yawned in the back, a smear of pudding still on his cheek from boredom. He'd completely tuned out of the exhausting conversation.
"Building and developing a mega project in five years? Of course, it's possible," Miss Aiza began, her tone calm but firm. "But... is that realistic using only local manpower?"
Darius tried to interject, but Aiza continued without pause.
"The human resource potential in Indorosia, especially in the eastern region, is still far too risky for a futuristic international-scale project. We all know that compared to the western part of Indorosia, the east is far behind in terms of education, technology, and experience. You want to develop something this massive using only local workers—like your proposal states—to 'create jobs'? To me, that sounds more like exploitation."
