adlai enters. he is instantly dwarfed by the enormous room. lights, t.v. cameras, the imposing circular arrangement of delegation tables. and the entire world is watching.
zorin stares at adlai. adlai studiously ignores him, works on his own papers.
adlai fixes zorin in his seat, his voice rising.
but adlai's tremors are not tremors of fear. they are tremors of anger. his voice goes hard and cold.
zorin shoots adlai a testy look.
adlai presses on.