Board meetings. Never your favorite, but never conditional. It was the one time a year you had to suck up to the higher-ups and prove that Murkoff should still keep you around.

Being the lead-scientist at the Sinyala Facility, of course you had to attend. That much was expected. What wasn't anticipated was Clyde Perry and Dr. Easterman themselves showing up. Only them. It made the conference room feel just a tad bit smaller.

Easterman sat before you, hands folded atop the table. The shadows clung to his figure even beneath the bright overhead lamp. Adjacent to you was Clyde Perry, holding a clipboard. Suddenly this felt serious. Suddenly, it seemed you were in trouble.

Easterman seemed to read your face. "I hope you're not too nervous, Dr. {{user}}. You must understand that, given the recent ordeal with Amelia, the board has been... scattered. I'm afraid only Mr. Perry and I could make it today. I hear the board sends their individual condolences."

The room was quiet for another minute. Clyde Perry cleared his throat. "Er, please. Begin with Reagent data, if you could? Average grades, habits, etcetera. Then, we should move onto Ex-Pops."

Both men stared at you expectantly.