"In Salt City, there are other major companies like the Innova Group, Williams Corp., and Sonnex Corp. Yet, we don't see you sending people to take shares or even to take control of those companies."Why is it that you're targeting my Innova Group?"Just as Donald was about to speak, Eric continued. "Now, let me ask you, Mr. Ford, under which regulation are you demanding shares of the Innova Group and even planting people into the Innova Group?"If there was such a regulation, I imagine it wouldn't apply solely to the Innova Group, would it?"Donald had no chance to respond.After Eric finished speaking, Donald finally said, "Mr. Johnson, your sense of awareness is seriously lacking!"Eric waved his hand dismissively. "Don't talk to me about awareness. Do you know how many employees we have at the Innova Group? Do you know how many families depend on them?"Do you know what the employees are thinking, what they want to do?"Do you know the future strategic goals of the Innova G

Having indulged in more than enough coffee, Robert finally called it a day. Donning his hat, he addressed Eric, "Mr. Johnson, while you might not care about him, I must show him some respect. I apologize for any inconvenience over the past couple of days."Eric responded with a smile. "No worries. There's plenty of good tea to go around."With that, Robert left, and Eric and Sylvia clocked out. As they got into the car, Sylvia voiced her concern. "I have a feeling Donald won't give up easily.""Of course not," Eric replied, starting the car. "Robert spent the entire afternoon here, putting on a show for Donald. We didn't agree to his demands, so now he's sent Robert to investigate problems with the Innova Group. This is just the beginning."Sylvia nodded firmly. "We mustn't yield to him!"When they arrived home and parked the car, they saw Ruth and Amelia returning with Yvette. Sylvia was utterly stunned. She knew her mother had a particular dislike for Ruth, yet there they were

Sylvia picked up the paper and saw that it was the same consent form Yvette had brought home yesterday for signing.At that moment, several other parents arrived as well. They hadn't signed the forms, which was why they had been called in.These parents were not as courteous as Sylvia and Eric. They immediately questioned what their children had done wrong.One woman, hands on her hips, came forward and demanded, "Ms. Talapia, what on earth are you doing? My son is so young, and you’re asking him to donate his organs? Does he even understand what organ donation means?"Oh, they don't understand, so you push the responsibility onto the parents? My son came here to study, not to supply you with organs!"How can you, as a principal, not consider the children’s well-being? Asking children to donate organs? Why don’t you donate yours? Why don’t you get your whole family to donate theirs?"She unleashed her anger, her words sharp and fast, almost overwhelming. In the past, people might

The meeting commenced with much fanfare. The speaker on stage was fervent and impassioned, but the parents seated below were fighting off drowsiness.Ordinarily, they might have shown some respect, given that he was someone authoritative. However, now that their children's futures were at stake, patience was wearing thin.The speech was long-winded and tedious, extolling the virtues of the proposal without offering much substance. When the speech finally ended, volunteers began distributing consent forms to the parents.Eric glanced at the form and stood up, declaring, "We can consider signing, but have signed for your own children? And what about the children of employees and figureheads from the agencies in Salt City? Have they signed too?"Eric was known for taking drastic measures. When Salt City introduced pre-packaged meals, he ensured that those responsible ate the meals themselves for several days. Many couldn't stomach it and claimed the stuff was inedible. Occasional cons

The onlookers dispersed only after the secretary closed the door. Everyone knew that something significant had occurred—Donald had been assaulted. Such an event seemed almost impossible, but it had indeed happened, and everyone had witnessed it.Donald, furious, dabbed at the blood on his head with a piece of tissue. "Inform everyone that this incident is not to be spoken of!"Although he didn't specify the consequences of leaking the information, everyone was well aware of what they might be. Dismissal was out of the question. Once you’ve held this position, letting it go is almost impossible, unless they voluntarily gave it up.The secretary returned, still pale.Donald's anger hadn't abated. "These rich folks are truly arrogant! And that Wilson fella—he’s also involved in this nonsense! I suspect he’s taken Eric’s money!"The secretary, however, couldn't agree. "Commissioner Wilson is a native of Salt City. I've heard his backing is formidable. About a year ago, he had an oppor