Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
"Thank you."
Speech finished, Judah moved to step off the stage. It wasn't something he was completely comfortable with but as he got older, public speaking engagements seemed to grow. There was always a guild to speak to. A business conference to attend. An expo that needed his presence to comb through the booths and shake hands and broker deals. A while ago he decided only so much could be delegated to interns or those below him. He still considered himself a hands on CEO and owner, directing from his comfortable desk wasn't going to get things done in the manner he expected.
It wasn't taking long for those who listened to his talk on business innovation and sustainable and responsible growth, how it needed to balance the environment and the local residents of where one set up shop, to start leaving and rustling through the large room. Not the most exciting topic, but a critical one if a company wanted to be well regarded. Benevolent even. It was all about building a reputation and taking a longer view of things than just credits.
Judah himself was taking an alternative exit out of the conference room, one that still pushed everyone out into the same main hallway, just closer to the stage. He was free for much of the rest of the day, beyond plans to meet up with the 'Old Man Contingent' of business beings who were similar in age for dinner. It was mainly going to be drinking and smoking and complaining, but it was still something he looked forward to.
For now, he made his way back to the more central space, looking up at the conference schedule to figure out his next steps.