Connel looked at all the faces that appeared on the screens, both calm ones and angry ones. Seeing the latter ones especially, a mocking sneer almost showed up at the corner of his lips, before he lost the desire to even show his emotions.
There were none of the excited and joyful smiles he had seen at the last board meeting when the event of today was planned. He exhaled, and turned his head away. No matter how things would end, he knew that he would not have any chance to make a comeback. And Daemon would not even have to do much more than force the enforcement of the agreement on the table before him.
Everything before had indeed been mere smokescreens to dull his sharpness. Silence descended for a moment, but he broke it just as quickly, before anyone could speak, answering Ryan's question: