Rickytone

Air swooshed by the wings of the mid-sized private business plane. A man in his late forties sat alone in the passenger cabin. His gaze fixed on the papers that occupied his mind, and the desk before him. A worried look possessed his face as he repeatedly reads the paper containing his speech. Its needs to be clearer he thought. Yet too clear and the board members would feel like I am talking down to them; and it takes little to give them the impression that. That is the price of extending the business into foreign soil, just being there I suppose is somehow implicative of superiority. In a childish way. However, if it is not clear, enough