Hearing the young man's surprisingly wise words, Lord Kawaso heaved a long sigh and forced a bitter-looking, apologetic smile upon his troubled expression before nodding at his request.
"Y-yes, you are right, Andrew. Allow me to apologize for such an unsightly display. "He sighed, as he gradually calmed down. Soon, following his ease in mood, the invisible, overbearing pressure in the meeting room, that kept the Directors at bay have began to decrease before it vanished entirely in just the span of a few fleeting seconds, allowing all those that were previously forced to humble down on the ground to be able to stand back up and take their seats.
As Director Warthorn slowly pushed himself off the ground, he eyed the young boy with a vicious, vindictive look. He had a murderous glint shining across his sharp eyes for a brief moment before he silently took his seat.
*Khm!* *Khm!*