The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"Please, Ms. Tesdal...I beg of you..." One by one, the rest of the group awkwardly rose from their seats, their faces a picture of desperation and panic.

"Shouldn't you figure out how you're going to stay afloat before you ask for another chance?" Rosalynn's tone was sharp and unyielding, "So, have you figured out your strategy for the next quarter?" What was once a room filled with pleading voices, quickly turned silent.

"Tomorrow, I'll send some engineers from Bane Corporation's Al division to visit. If you can garner any insights from them, submit a feasible business proposal to Bane Corporation's headquarters within three days. Based on the viability of your proposal, I'll consider giving you another chance," Rosalynn stated, her voice steady.

Elvis and the others stared in surprise, "Engineers from Bane Corporation's Al?"

"They'll provide some technical guidance. Whether you can comprehend and apply it in your operations will be up to you," she continued.d2This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Rosalynn paused, then flipped over a pile of files beside her, "Also, if a tree were to harbor termites out of pity, it would eventually die from their infestation. Looking at your employees' records, it's no wonder you've been losing money for six months straight. You don't have a single competent player on your team," she finished, her patience exhausted.

Without another word, she walked towards the exit.

Elvis tried to follow, but Sean stopped him.

"Elvis, when Ms. Tesdal makes a promise, she keeps it. Don't waste your time persuading her. Sit down and get back to work," Sean said, glancing at the resumes scattered across the floor. "Focus on these resumes. Even small companies with less investment than yours have higher employment standards..."

With a shake of his head, he followed Rosalynn out of the room.

"Mr. Elvis..." someone from the meeting room called out to Elvis.

He snapped back to reality, picked up a random resume off the floor, and began to read.

Those people had been with the company for six years. Their university wasn't among the top-ranked, yet their salary exceeded industry standards and even surpassed many graduates from more prestigious universities.

If their skills and achievements were exceptional, their educational background wouldn't be a problem.

However, although they weren't bad, they were only mediocre.

Elvis picked up another resume, then another.

After going through seventeen or eighteen of them, he sat down and called a head-hunter he knew. "I need to hire some people..."

He listed the positions he needed filled and asked about the salaries.

When he hung up, his mind was reeling.

"People with Silicon Valley experience...their salaries are the same as our ordinary employees..."

"Elvis, what are you saying? We agreed to protect our employees who've been with us for years, didn't we?"

Elvis slammed his hand on the table, his face flushed with anger. "Is this a bandit's lair or a company? We're here to make money for our investors! Aren't you embarrassed by what Rosalynn said?" Everyone was scared, and the room fell silent.

When Rosalynn had spoken earlier, many had looked as though they were the ones being scolded.