"And how do you intend to fund this project Miss Carrington?" A Libertonian voice rose above the rabble. All heads turned toward the figure purposely standing close to the middle of the room. A man in his mid thirties was standing with a confident air about him. His arms crossed across his freshly pressed high class suit, a steely determined look upon his face with his hair impeccably slicked into place. His eyes staring right at Clarrisa with no wavering in his stance "I'm sure you are aware the Bretonian Government is in debt to levels unknown since Rheinland's Eighty Year War..." he smugly waited a second but she didn't bite having seen him like this a bit over the last few months "...rumors have been floating around recently that you were appointed due to your pro-Bretonian stance; but a project of such magnitude...such brilliance....such ambition..." Lincoln, looking around the room of people, knew his charisma was something that he was proud of. He also knew that Planetform was in need of a shake up financially yet also technologically; and it was this that led him to stay with the company after Clarrisa was appointed to the CEO position over him. "...it needs a great deal of cash and technology I fear we don't currently have. So I say again; how do you intend to fund this project Miss Car..." ""Mr. Caldwell!..." Clarrisa interrupted abruptly. She knew he was a passionate man but she was in control now.
