The old man’s face flushed. And then—a paradigm shift in Biran’s mind, in his perspective. Old man. The director was just an old man. Elevated to power, yes, a man to be feared for many reasons, but a man all the same. Not an entity, not an institution. In the cheap lighting of the room, even his wrinkles lacked dignity. An old man, and old men could make mistakes as easily as young men.
