ASHTON
"Excuse me?" The strategy committee head asks, gaping at me as intensely as the rest of the members seated in the conference room. Father leans back with a hand under his chin and says nothing.
"I didn't stutter, did I, Kopek? You heard me right. I need you guys to postpone the conference for at least two weeks till the storm blows over."
"But Mr. Asher, we've been planning this conference for months now. Invitations have been sent out. Expenses have been made. If we reschedule now, we might lose the interest and trust of potential investors." A middle-aged lady quips with eyebrows arched worriedly. The rest of the team nods in agreement with her.