Aiza Hiruzen tapped her finger on the glass table in front of her, her expression serious. That simple gesture was enough to silence everyone in the room.
Everyone—except Al, who yawned in the back, a smear of pudding still on his cheek from boredom. He'd completely tuned out of the exhausting conversation.
Business and politics are never my thing. Too much bullshit and manipulation. If it were me, I can't imagine the kind of chaos that'd happen. Good thing I have someone like you.
He muttered inwardly while glancing at Miss Aiza.
His gaze sharpened slightly.
Crush him!!
Aiza caught a glimpse of Al from the corner of her eye. As if understanding something, she smiled faintly—and that subtle smile alone deepened the already suffocating tension in the air.
"Building and developing a mega project in five years? Of course, it's possible," Aiza began, her tone calm but firm. "But... is that realistic using only local manpower?"
