The room went still, a collective breath held as eyes ping-ponged between the two men. Rachel Kent's fingers froze on her agenda, her brow creasing with the weight of the brewing clash. Elias smirked, sensing a showdown, while Miriam crossed her arms seemingly intrigued.
Devon turned slowly, his expression one of amused pity, like a maestro facing a heckler in the cheap seats. He paused, letting the silence stretch until it was almost comedic, then flicked to a hidden slide bursting with cost analyses and rollout schedules so detailed they made Gregory's complaints look like a child's scribble. "Gregory," he began, his tone light but laced with a razor's edge, "your passion for red tape is… endearing. But let's ground this in reality."
