In a quiet lounge elsewhere, Davis sat in his wheelchair. His expression is stoic and cool, his posture tall and proud. A small smile touched his lips as he ended the call.
For a brief moment, his usually sharp eyes showed a rare warmth—a soft look in his eyes. The serious men around the table noticed it and exchanged surprised glances.
Before the call, the room had been full of conversation. But when Davis heard the ding that told him Jessica's phone was finally online, he had calmly paused the meeting and made the call right there in front of everyone.
He didn't hide the conversation. He didn't walk away. Yet, it was surprising to witness this rare side of his. Everyone of the members waited for the call to end before the meeting continued.
Answering the call before them had been a purposeful act. He wanted them to see it. He wanted them to take note of this new identity of his which they never knew—he is married and nothing would change this fact in this lifetime.
