At Frost Corporation
Zach was seated in a meeting with an open file resting on the table in front of him. A bunch of executives sat with him following along as a presentation was made to the chairman himself.
Even with the A.C turned down, the presentor could not help bust swrat buckets in the intimidating presence of the big man himself. The latter had on a stoic expression, not bothering to look at the material but stared down at the presentor.
"After calculating everything as well as a contingency fee, the budget for this project came down to two thousand, three million- No. Three hundred million- No." Sweat trickled down the sides of his face, nervous from how he stumbled upon the numbers.
