The meeting room was very silent now, just the sounds of keyboards, the AC and the soft clatter of closing laptops and rustling folders.
Even though Darren had already departed, his usual quiet command lingered like a ghost at the head of the table. This was why Rachel felt slightly uneasy talking about this.
She was one of the three figures standing: Rachel, Sandy, and Lila, huddled near the far end of the room, voices low but charged with urgency.
Rachel couldn't believe what Sandy had just suggested. Keeping something like this away from Darren's ears wasn't exactly the correct thing to do.
Whether it was right or not, that was up for debate.
For Sandy, it was right.
"We should just handle it ourselves," she said, adjusting her glasses as she crossed her arms. Even though she was the oldest in the team, she kept her respect for Rachel's position as Darren's representative.
Which meant whatever she was planning on doing would at least have to get through Rachel.
