Leon's Pov:
I could barely concentrate on the person presenting in front of me. All I could think of was the text and how worried sick Ava would be. My eyes drifted to the wall clock from time to time, hoping time would go faster if I concentrated more on it.
"Mr Prescott?"
"Huh? Yes?"
I looked over at one of the members calling out to me.
"What do you think?"
"Uhm," I sat up on my chair trying not to make it seem so obvious that I had been lost in the thoughts for the last hour. "I think it's a wonderful idea, but of course it can't be fully perfect. Does anyone have any suggestions?"
They looked at eachother, waiting for another to speak. Ever since my new profound change in attitude, they've all became less afraid to speak up, so when no one said anything, I was sure whatever the man had been saying had to be good.
"Alright then, we can move forward with it."
