That had pretty much been the case every Monday for about a year. No one seemed to like the raspberry cream variety, except the person who ordered and picked up the donuts, and thus, their inclusion in the four dozen continued. Why he got so many, however, would forever be a mystery. The coffee line had dwindled to only two men dressed in black suits, with everyone else in the large conference room having taken a seat at one of the numerous long tables. With the final two members of the group having filled their coffee mugs, the meeting was set to begin. Three large white dry erase boards with various messages scribbled across them stood in the front of the room near a podium. A long table, similar to those currently occupied by the meeting’s participants, was covered in boxes, files, and pictures. A man entered the room and walked to the podium. He had short gray hair that was combed back on the sides and parted on the right side of the top of his head. Despite his age, fifty five, he looked to be in good shape.
