The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 72

Tyler sat in the middle of a board meeting, his right hand supporting his chin in a contemplative pose. The meeting room buzzed with activity as a presentation unfolded before him, but he appeared completely detached from the proceedings. His thoughts were in a distant world, and he was utterly oblivious to the content of the presentation.

Andrea, an articulate presenter, stood confidently at the front, engaging with a group of potential investors. Yet, Tyler's gaze remained fixed on her, though not in admiration. Instead, his eyes bore into Andrea with an intensity that betrayed his simmering anger and frustration. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and he found it challenging to focus on the matter at hand.

As he sat there, Tyler's thoughts meandered through a labyrinth of concerns. His initial expectations of a carefree, enjoyable time in Milan had been shattered. Sleep eluded him, haunted by worries about his mother's well-being. Each passing moment, he agonized ove