The meeting had been running for forty minutes, and Salvar had contributed exactly nothing during that entire time.
He was fine with this.
Nobody seemed to notice the black screen in the corner was doing anything other than existing, which suited him perfectly. He watched and observed the faces people made when they argued for a point they genuinely believed in versus a point they had simply been told to support. Or who looked at whom before speaking.
His head was pounding, tension pooling around his nerves and throbbing behind his eyes.
The doctor had stated earlier that he needed to maintain zero screen time for a while. But meetings did not arrange themselves around medical advice.
To distract himself, he looked at his fathers on screen.
Derek and Erek sat together, both wearing the serious expressions they reserved for money-related matters. Alex sat beside them, scribbling something into his notepad with the focused energy of someone who used writing as a way of thinking.
