The atmosphere in the Council Room was one of contained indignation. The absence of Jun-ho, who was still in transit after the execution in the basement, allowed the councilors to speak their minds.
The news that Salin had been drugged was a stain on the family's reputation that none of them intended to ignore.
Jun-ho was furious, and they knew it.
— The National Syndicate is sending alerts every five minutes — growled Patricia, sitting in her chair. — They are terrified. They say that if Jun-ho loses his head and starts a carnage, the government will toughen inspections at the ports. They want peace to continue profiting.
— The association wants strategy, but what I see here is a violation of territory — countered Ezequiel, crossing his arms. — Gregory doesn't want our routes; he wants to destabilize the throne. If Jun-ho doesn't act with precision, he'll be seen again as the impulsive boy who killed on instinct.
Alaf stood up.
