Foul Mood

At Lancaster Group's main headquarters, the boardroom buzzed with tension as executives from various divisions gathered around the long table. Representatives from electronics, construction, shipping, advertising, entertainment, financial services, securities, retail, ICT, medical, and healthcare services sat with tense faces. 

The atmosphere was thick with unease, and everyone was keenly aware of the storm brewing at the head of the table. Alexander sat at the head, adjusting his eyeglasses before coldly ordering, "Let's begin." His face was so dark that everyone in the room practically held their breath, sweating under the weight of his displeasure. The only person who knew the reason behind his foul mood was Tyron, who stood beside him.

Tyron took a deep breath and sighed, surveying the anxious faces around the table. "First on the agenda is the performance review of all units for the second quarter," he announced.