Reflect on The ARK Industries Meeting

Decided.

Was it the best decision? That's debatable. Hindsight is always 20/20, but proper foresight required wisdom of the past. Alasdair turned his chair towards the glass slider doors. Beyond their white, translucent curtain overlooked glistening roads and buildings of his large city welcoming the declines of day.

"Alis, Lights, On, Forty percent," his deep voice echoed, granting permission for the automated dimmed illumination of his interior. Ah, the magic of technology.

Idly, he scratched at his generous, sculpted biceps; a profound chuckle escaping him with his continued rumination on his circumstance. Yes, he lacked power altering his fate, cemented in his responsibilities to inSite and Martina, but gathering perspective will cast aside his emotional frame of mind into impartiality. Rather than handle matters with a learned helplessness equated to women, he'll take it by the horns.

Like a man!

Top dog Mr Myers placed his large, muscular arms behind his head; his deep, masculine breathing coating the reception room. His thoughts went back days, then weeks until arriving moments before his emasculating punishment. He bit his thick lips, his breath growing rapid for a few seconds, before his minor pep talk.

Calm yourself, Alis. It's done and over with. No emotion, just logic.

He loosened his stiff body, closing his eyes as the memory played out.