The meeting was over. Bryson walked out first and Audrey and the others followed. Elvis stayed behind.
His supporters sat beside him.
"Mr. Elvis, who exactly is that woman? How can her words influence Mr. Bryson's decision?"
Elvis snorted, "Oh, she was a foxy little minx, that one."
"But if we don't make use of the wetland, the Cordova Group will lose a lot of money. Is that really okay, Mr. Elvis?"
"Well, Bryson just said that it will be on his personal account if that happens."
"But he is the president of the Cordova Group. The others would just take him at his words. Isn't it pure talking?"
"Alright, that's it. I've had enough." Elvis cast a disturbing look at them.
They didn't say another word when they found Elvis frustrated.
But Elvis took in what they said.