A dazed and confused Ranell arrived for a meeting at the GML headquarters. His teammates noticed his obvious agitation, but politely refused to comment on it. The meeting was supposed to be about some new financial projections, but it soon became clear that the normally close-knit group dynamic was in shambles.
Larbonne spoke first, “Josef, perhaps we’ve done enough for today…”
“Yeah, I’m done.” Ranell crossed his hands in his lap. He wore a pensive look, and his head nodded almost imperceptibly, as if he were reaching some major decision. “Yeah, I think I’m done with all of this.”
“What do you mean, Josef?” Anderson asked. “Working on these projections? Trying to find solutions for our airship problem?” Anderson never let anyone forget that the decision to purchase the airships had put GML in this position.
“To hell with the airships!” Ranell used to be known as the type of person who rarely lost his temper, but it happened so frequently now that no one found it shocking anymore.