Chapter 105

• “Good morning, Mr. President.” The people in the conference room rose to their feet, greeting Tedmond as he walked in.
• Dressed in a black tailored suit with black gloves and a mask on his face, Tedmond strode into the office, his eyes scanning the room. The table in the middle of the conference room was large, with chairs of different colors on either side. One corner was gray, the other black. The gray side had three people seated, several neatly arranged files in front of them, as if prepared for a presentation. The black side was empty.
• Tedmond’s lips curled into a ruthless smile. “Good morning,” he chirped.