Marguerite takes it upon herself to smile to each and every one of the ministers present. The smile has an odd feeling of intimidation and oppression to it. She looks into their eyes as if reading their every thought. The foreboding feeling her smile bears is almost unendurable.
Armel also looks sternly at the ministers. Everyone present remains in silent oppression, not moving nor uttering a sound. As if an invisible hand has taken hold of their liver and threatened to squeeze it if they as much as breathe.
The silence is long and heavy, the tension palpable.
Then Marguerite takes out her parchment and ruler, startling everyone except Armel who simply smiles at her small yet strong figure.
She walks down from her elevated seat and places the drawing on the table.
It's a blueprint that depicts a combine harvester.