NovelEnglish"Stop pretending you're still the CEO of our group!" Tyshawn bellowed towards Bryson, his voice tinged with both anger and disbelief.
"You can't boss people around anymore! Unhandthis instant or IIL call security!" In the midst of this commotion, Malvina assumed a commanding presence, her gaze sharply turning to Bryson. "This is our group's conference room.
Just who do you think you are, storming in here like you own the place?" she challenged, her voice dripping with contempt.
Meanwhile, Bryson, ignoring the verbal onslaught, coolly signaled to someone behind him.
In response, Yosef, with deliberate steps, approached from the back, his hands clutching documents.
"These documents outline the projects that have driven the Mitchell Group into the red and the assets that are bleeding internally.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Bryson spoke, every eye in the conference room darted to the papers Yosef laid out on the table.
The documents were a detailed chronicle of missteps and financial mismanagement under Tyshawn's leadership. Expressions around the room darkened as the shareholders and directors absorbed the information.
The grim realization that the company had hemorrhaged approximately two billion dollars under Tyshawn's tenure was shocking enough.
But the financial statements laid bare even more dire news-the losses, with the current downward trajectory of stock prices, were projected to surpass three billion.
After letting the severity of the situation sink in and observing the array of troubled expressions, Bryson's voice cut through the tension once more, his tone remarkably calm amidst the storm.
"Today, I'm here to make a decisive announcement.
I've decided to step back.
The group will now be entirely in Tyshawn's hands.
" Tyshawn couldn't help but let a smug smirk spread across his face, satisfied with the seeming victory.
Around him, however, the reactions were mixed, and a palpable tension filled the room; no one else seemed eager to voice their thoughts.
Emboldened, Tyshawn leaned back, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"Glad to hear that! We don't need you here!" he declared, as if to cement his authority over the room.
However, his triumph was short-lived.
An elder director, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat and addressed Bryson with a note of urgency.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr.
Bryson Mitchell, I beg to differ!" He continued, bringing a sense of order to the chaotic sentiments, "When you were absent, Mr.
Tyshawn Mitchell took over the company, but now that you're back, we should return to normal operations.
His words seemed to resonate with the other shareholders, who quickly found their voices.
"Yes, we adhered to his directives in your absence.
But with your return, it's crucial that you resleadership!" "We're facing a crisis now; you cannot simply stand by.
You'd put in so much effort in this company.
"
It was clear that these people weren't oblivious; they had chosen to ignore certain realities opting instead to support whatever served their interests best.
Aware of this, Bryson merely sneered, his expression betraying a mixture of disdain and amusement at the sudden shift in their Loyalty.
Tyshawn's composure shattered completely as he turned his glare towards the directors who had spoken up. His voice, laced with outrage and disbelief, boomed across the room.
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