The marked man

Blue, Yellow, Red! The colors swirled throughout the screen as the monotonous speaker droned on about profit margins and marketing spiel. I noticed these colors seemed to blur around the outlines of all the men in the room, but not one color seemed to grace the all-business suits the men wore. The colors brown, black, and grey hogged all the space on the clothing and they didn't exactly demand attention. The men's hair differed from combed, to uncombed, and even a bald one. Whenever they spoke it all seemed to be with the same voice, as if they were all robotic recordings -- never speaking just telling. My eyes started to wander and a speck of color glinted across the room. A woman wearing an ornate yellow butterfly brooch was animatedly taking notes. Under her business attire was a blue blouse only showing at the edges. Her glasses at first glance seemed to be completely inconspicuous until the light reflected a dark red rim as her eyes darted between the screen and her pad. There was something special about what she was wearing; something seemed to stand out about her that screamed attention. Then it hit me that she was completely unique in the meeting. She had some mark that symbolized who she was and only she had that mark. I looked back at all the other corporate men who were still driveling on about financial trends and I wondered "Why are there so many unmarked men?"