~ SASHA ~
There was a pregnant pause—Sasha almost snorted at her own pun—after she'd finished speaking, where the four Board members all stared at her. Then one of them nodded.
She'd expected conversation. Some kind of… she didn't know, negotiation? But instead, the two men who'd sat there barely speaking both rose from their seats and began their farewells to Santa Claus and Sour Puss.
Sasha frowned at them, then looked at Nick.
"They're only here to cast votes in the event of a conflict," he said quietly. "But since you agree to be a part of this, they'll leave the logistics to me, Horace and Nathan."
Nathan. That was Sour Puss's name. She tried to make it stick this time. And Santa Claus was named Horace?
She cleared her throat. "So they just… believe me?"
