Chapter 11
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♣ Henry Smith ♣
“I'm so sorry sir, I didn't mean to confuse everyone sir,” Mr Joe, who was trembling at the thought of being fired (which was a certain), apologized, head bowed.
“Do you know what this could do to the company?” These were times where I was really furious, but my tone would come out stern and intimidating instead of annoyed.
“I'm so sorry sir.” The fact he kept on saying only that infuriated me further.
“Will you shut the f**k up!” I slammed my hand on the desk, startling him enough to flinch.
Mr Joe had worked for the company for five years since he was twenty seven.
Just like most workers, he'd never had to see me face to face (only drool about having to work with me), as there was never a reason to meet with my workers.
But now he had to have made such a stupid mistake that could place the company at a possible loss.
“Do you know how long I've ensured this company does not secure a loss?” I leaned back, my tone back to being intimidating.
He didn't reply.
“But you just come and f**k up all my efforts.” Talking to him wouldn't do anything. The mistake had been made, now the solution was what needed to be found.
“You can leave,” I drew in a breath to calm myself, “forever.”
He gasped, finally looking at me with widened eyes.
“No sir,” he fell on his knees, hands clasped, “please sir, I need this job sir, I'm so sorry.” Tears were falling freely down his cheeks.
His pleading left a frustrated eye roll from me. Couldn't he just let things go easily.
“Please sir, I need this job,” he pleaded, further increasing the headache I already felt, “my m-mom had an accident and n-needs surgery.”
Knowing he wouldn't leave anytime soon, I lifted my office phone, getting security bought in before hanging up.
“Pl-Please sir, I-I’ll never do-do make such a mistake sir.” He was crying more at that point.
Soon the door swung open and two men scurried in.
“Take him out of my building.” I ordered which they immediately complied to, grabbing Mr Joe by both elbows and pulling him out with him still screaming his pleas.
It was only after they'd left that I noticed Mrs Fila by the door with some papers in hand.
The twenty nine year old woman was dressed in a white office top with black skirt, just like every other day.
Her jet black hair was packed in its usual ponytail, popping out her round face.
“Come in.”
With a nod, she headed towards me, adjusting her glasses (a habit of hers), then stopped in front of my desk with a small bow.
Mrs Fila was one of the females I respected the most, and also the first and only secretary the Henros company has had.
My respect for her began the day she lost her husband, but never let the loss ruin her strength as she stayed as a single mother of two boys, and worked loyally.
The fact she still kept her ‘Mrs’ status was something that awed me even more.
“So have you figured out a solution to the problem created by a stupid man?” My tone didn't hide the annoyance in me.
How could I have a worker that was very good at her work, and another that was an incompetent i***t.
She dropped the papers in front of me, then began in her ever professional tone. “There are two possible solutions sir.”
“Okay?”
“We can either follow what the contract says by giving them a share of the Henros stock.”
My brows dipped, “which will lead to a huge loss, what's the second thing?”
“We can compensate them with another product that could be of a little less value.”
I leaned back in frustration. “Both will lead to a loss.”
“But that is the only solution that might avoid a court case, sir.”
“So it's either I secure a loss or this ends up in court?” That seemed to be the only two options.
“Yes sir,”
“Well we woll take this to court,” that seemed to have surprised her, “contact the Frins Star Company in Germany.”
“Okay sir, but if you don't mind me asking, why?”
Of course her surprise was justified.
No CEO in his right senses would want anything ending in court, because that was either further loss or gain.
Either way, the outcome wasn't certain.
So why not just gain a lesser amount of loss than a possibility of huger one.
Oh, but I knew what I was doing.
I turned to my laptop, already contacting some technicians in the office, “Mr Joe didn't make a mistake,” it was almost an impossibility for that to occur, “this was planned to make the company incur a loss.”
“Really?”
“Get me a report of the Divan Trust contract and send a contact to the Frins Star, we will need their testimony from the CEO.”
“Does that mean…”
“Yes,” I stopped typing, “we're heading to Germany and we need to do so soon before the Divan Trust gets there before us.”
“When do we leave?”
“Next week,”
Marie would probably be annoyed that I'd be leaving, but at this point, my company was at stake.
I needed to find what rival of ours wanted us to end up in a loss and I needed to help my company.
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