[SUMMIT PARTNERS: CONFERENCE ROOM]
"That… that percentage is very low." One of the executives was in disbelief, looking at the charts flashing on the screen. "How is that possible?"
The other elders in the room shook their heads in disappointment. "How could it be this horrible?"
"I can't believe it." A younger woman in the room turned to the head seats at the far end. There, seated on perfectly cushioned high chairs, were Chacha and Second. "Young Master, Young Miss, with all due respect, but these numbers don't seem right."
"They are accurate." Second, unlike his usual cheerfulness, showed clear concern on his face. "I understand that it's concerning, but this is the reality we're facing."
Chacha nodded, sharing her brother's seriousness. She clasped her hands together, leaning forward and resting her arms on the small table of her high chair.
