The Observer picked up the cup and drank. The coffee was lukewarm by now; it had been a long day. Still, they drained the cup and placed it back on the saucer. Outside, the smooth glass surfaces of buildings reflected the blood red of the setting sun. It was quiet in the boardroom, the only sound being the humming of the air-conditioning unit.
The Observer straightened the stack of papers on the desk. They cleared their throat.
“I have made a thorough study of the matter,” they spoke in a determined voice with perfectly accented English, “I have consulted every party involved, perused every piece of material related, and I hereby conclude that, contrary to the previously held assumption, immigrants were not stealing jobs from the native population.”