Edward (son of a director at the Dock Management Company) sat in a corner of the meeting room, having followed his father there.
Although his father was not the managing director, he was currently one of the rotating directors, somewhat akin to a vice president.
The managing director chaired the board and oversaw the company's daily operations, while rotating directors assisted from the sidelines.
As his son, it was natural for him to bring his son to gain some exposure since, after all, everything would eventually be inherited by him.
Edward's gaze was fixed on a few individuals, James, whom he knew and considered a friend.
Golden Port City was vast, but the Bay Area was small, and he had interacted with James and attended the same gatherings.
Both were in a similar position, seated against the wall, only able to listen and not speak or initiate conversation.
Another person he paid attention to was a young man seated relatively further back, Lance White.
