A sting shot through Delilah's nose, and her eyes burned with unshed tears.
The chairman might be a stubborn old fool, but down in the trenches, there were still decent souls willing to step up.
She bowed deeply to the manager with solemnity. "I, Delilah Dupont, thank you from the bottom of my heart."
As the chairman's daughter, this was the only gratitude she could show.
Convoy after convoy rumbled into the warehouse, hauling out reserve supplies in a steady stream.
Delilah stood rooted to the spot, watching the manager lead the endless caravan of supplies toward the front lines a thousand miles away.
She didn't move until the last truck vanished beyond the horizon. Then, with fierce resolve, she spun her car around and raced back to the corporate headquarters downtown.
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