A short look at Sarif thoughts during the helicopter ride to the Milwaukee Plant.
'They will look to you for leadership, David. As an example. Your mood will influence their's; be calm and collected regardless of the situation and your people will be too.'
Darrow's words had suck with him his whole career.
Sarif never particularly saw himself as a leader, but people always seemed to look to him for guidance. After he started Sarif Industries, he was surprised at how easily leadership came to him, and those words had always been the driving force of his relationship with his employees.
Watching Adam enter the helicopter (the first time in weeks he had laid eyes on the man after they had a spectacular argument ending in a smashed mirror), Sarif was outwardly calm, collected. He knew that's what he had to be. Adam was ready to come back, of that he was sure, but their relationship right now was tenuous at best. Adam would sense any weakness in Sarif and that could cost him his greatest asset and advocate.
"I told Faridah to put us down on a roof. I don't want the crowd seeing you go in."
A quick frown pulled at Adam's face before it vanished. "Fine. As long as she pulls you out the minute I'm gone."
Sarif felt a flash of hope that those words were the beginning of forgiveness and not a man simply doing his job.
"So what am I looking at? Who are these guys?"
Talking to Adam felt like it was happening beyond him, like it was someone else giving orders about the ex-marine, the Typhoon and the hostages inside. Sarif knew it was callus of him to stress the importance of the Typhoon over any hostages, but million of dollars were riding on that technology, millions that would go to save his drowning company. He knew Adam would get both done, just as he knew that those people wouldn't have work if Sarif Industries went under.
Even knowing all that, that helicopter ride was the longest, tensest five minuets of his life.