Greed

To whom it may concern I write this post while I am stranded in this wretched place , to the left of me there stood a man clinching his fists and resting them on the table he looked like he hasn't moved for ages something was holding him to this place, and on the opposite side sat a young man with this gold coin in his hand he kept swapping it with an ambiguous object on the the huge table in front of him , around the table there were bunch of people who were holding their purses close to their chests and looking esuriently toward the things scattered around the table ,  something were different in their eyes it looked weary and faintly gleaming , It differed from that young fellow he had those blazing eyes that could burn the whole table and risk everything , but there was that one voice that could be heard all over the place that was saying "it's not enough" .

  Sorry pal but i have to go now  i forgot that i'm in a meeting .