Chapter 11

                                    

                                          
♣ 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 annoyed, 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 fuck up!” I slammed my hand on the desk, which obviously startled him as he flinched.
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), since I never had reasons to meet with my workers.
But now he had to have made such a stupid mistake by having to put 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 fuck 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.
“You made a mistake which could lead to a possible loss, I do not want incompetent workers like you that could ruin what I've spent my entire life building.”
“Please sir, I need this job,” he pleaded, which further increased the headache I already felt, “my m-mom had an accident and n-needs surgery.”
Knowing he wouldn't leave anytime soon, I called security.
“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, two men scurrying in.
“Take him out of my building.” I ordered which they immediately complied to, grabbing Mr Joe by both hands and pulling him out with him still screaming his pleas.
I didn't even realize that Mrs Fila was standing by the door with some papers in her hands.
She was clad in a white office top and black skirt which was her usual style of dressing.
Her black hair had been packed in a ponytail as always. And the glasses she wore made it obvious she was a workaholic.
She had been working with me since I started my company and was the best at her job actually.
She was just a year younger than I was, but I always saw her as a strong person as she was a single mom of two boys, but still maintained the ‘Mrs’ status as she said she wanted to pay respect to her deceased husband.
“Come in.” I really didn't want anything to happen to the company, and all because of a mistake, something might happen.
She walked in, closing the door behind her as she started towards me.
“So have you figured out a solution to the problem created by a stupid man?” The annoyance was evident in my tone.
She bowed a little once she'd reached my desk, dropping the papers on the desk.
“There are two possible solutions sir,” she started, so I sat straighter to listen, “we could either follow what the contract said by giving them a share of the Henros stock.”
I furrowed my brows, “which could lead to a huge loss, what's the second thing?”
“We could compensate them with another product that could be of a little less value.” She was in full professional mode, as always.
I leaned back in frustration. “Both would lead to a loss.”
“But that is the only solution that could 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 would 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 sir?”
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 would need their testimony from the CEO.” I was focused on the laptop.
“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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