Just as Kroc was sharing his thoughts, becoming more and more earnest, a "creak" was heard as the massive doors of the circular council hall were flung open.
Kroc stopped speaking and turned around furiously.
The doors to the meeting hall were located directly behind the podium where he had just been making his impassioned speech.
It wasn't exactly a secret meeting today, but it was certainly important enough. He had explicitly ordered that there be no disturbances during the meeting. There was supposed to be someone guarding the doors to the meeting hall, so who dared to interrupt the meeting at this time?
However, upon seeing who had arrived, the angry curse on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back.
The newcomer was Jason Morgan, an unremarkable middle-aged man with a slight paunch, not very tall, and his face always wore a rather friendly smile, nothing out of the ordinary.