"Well... this..." Special Assistant was caught in a dilemma.
Enna Clark noticed his hesitation and said, "I’ll go print the report first. You go ahead, Assistant Terrence. I’ll find you once you finish."
"...Alright."
The Special Assistant watched her enter the office.
Standing there hesitantly for a mont, he gritted his teeth and walked back.
He had to inform President Lawrence about this; otherwise, it would be too late once Ms. Clark completed the resignation formalities!
In the circular conference room, dozens of people were silent with their heads down. It seed like a cloud lood overhead, ready to unleash a storm at any mont.
The man seated at the top was dressed immaculately, exuding an aura of nobility. His flawless face, like the Apollo of Greek mythology, was icy and devoid of any expression—arrogant, noble! His sharp gaze swept across the room, while his long fingers rhythmically tapped on the table. The tap-tap-tap was like a drumbeat on everyone’s hearts.
That’s terrifying...
"Has anyone co up with a solution?"
"..." The elites below buried their heads low, almost touching the tabletop, and no one dared speak.
The man’s stern expression showed impatience, with a looming storm of irritation. His pronounced jawline tensed, and he slapped the table. "The company isn’t paying you to enjoy the view! A problem any engineer could solve, and none of you can co up with a solution! And you dare claim to be graduates of prestigious schools. What did you learn? Multiple-choice questions on ABCDEFG?"
The people in the conference room buried their heads even lower. This wasn’t the first ti they were scolded in recent days, each ti causing them a deadly disgrace, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the ground!
Baron Lawrence leaned back in his leather chair, his lips pressed into a straight line as he glared over the timid group. He spoke authoritatively, "I’ll give you ten minutes. If none of you co up with a solution then, you all report to the Human Resources Departnt!"
"The Lawrence Family isn’t lacking in people, and if you can’t handle your current roles, I’ll find others who can," he finished, squinting his hawk-like eyes, waiting for their reaction.
The conference room, quiet enough to hear a pin drop, finally began buzzing with conversation.
They weren’t any less afraid of the man in charge.
But they knew the man seated at the forefront wasn’t just threatening with those words.
In the past few days alone, more than a dozen managent staff have been fired.
No one knew if they might be next.
For the sake of their jobs, they couldn’t afford to worry too much...
The Special Assistant entered into this scenario—everyone in the room seized the ti, desperately discussing with their neighbors about a solution. anwhile, the man at the forefront radiated an aura of aloof dominance, icy and formidable. From his furrowed brow and the pen spinning relentlessly in his hand, it was clear he was far from pleased.
The Special Assistant took a deep breath, steeled himself, and walked towards the man at the top...
"What is it?" Baron Lawrence saw him and gave him an irritated glance.
The Special Assistant leaned over and whispered sothing into his ear.
Snap—
The pen spinning in the man’s hand was forcibly bent into a U-shape.
He suddenly stood up, pushed the chair aside, wanting to leave. But then, as if realizing sothing, he froze in place, rigid as if rooted to the spot.
The chair made a clattering sound that drew everyone’s attention in the conference room—
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