"Silas, you're missing the bigger picture," Leo said, calmly setting his coffee cup down on the polished desk. "Tell me, what happens when someone hates something with a burning passion?"
Silas blinked, his posture stiffening. "They... burn things down? Like the house in Sector 4?"
"No," Leo corrected, leaning forward and tapped the table with his finger. "They talk about it. They complain to their neighbors. They rant on the forums."
"They rally together and petition the senate. Right now, there isn't a single person in this star system who isn't actively thinking about Zeta Corporation."
Silas let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sir, they are thinking about how much they want to dismantle our headquarters brick by brick."
"Exactly. That's good engagement." Leo stood up, walking over to a large white holographic board. With a swipe of his hand, he brought up a massive, glowing chart.
Leo tapped the board, displaying a list that made Silas's eye twitch.
