Diana and Joel both looked at the pen. They were out of words.
The pen was cheap, made of plastic. It was the kind anyone could pick up from a box of ten for a dollar.
Joel glanced at it once, then at Gray. He couldn't help but shake his head in secret before leaning slightly behind his chair.
'How will I do this?" he could only sigh.
Diana, on the other hand, leaned forward. She thought that it was better to start first now that she could still think properly.
"I'll start," she said softly.
"I'll give you a minute to look at it." Gray nodded and let her do her thing.
Diana reached forward. She picked up the pen with her fingers, then turned it once in her hand as if looking at it carefully. When one minute was up, she took a deep breath and returned her gaze to the people at the table.
"You may start."
Diana gave a small nod and cleared her throat.
