A problem? Hmm. What the hell happened. Huh? Questions plunged into hearts! Their minds were a jumbled mess of several outcomes. Sharon was the last person in the office expected to have such words to utter. However, from the fear oozing from her facial expression, it was evident something was clearly wrong. The smiles in the ambiance remained suspended. Michael, after a few seconds of introspective moments, engaged her. “Spill it out already.” “What went wrong?” Michael's heart was tugged in anticipation. He was ready to chest to whatever the unprecedented situation was. On the second consideration, everyone realized that before Sharon voiced out her alarm, she briefly stepped out to receive a phone call after being granted permission by Michael. Was the issue based on a trending gossip on the internet? Did she receive any form of alarming call? Trouble in paradise? Sharon, without waiting for further reactions, slowly stepped onward and stood in proximity with

“Oh…oh. I'm sorry for that,” he quickly appealed, his voice somewhat unsteady. Michael didn't show concern with the tiny uneasiness among Oprah, Stephanie, and Cole. His mind wandered away waiting for when Sharon would speak out. He believed the three staff would sort themselves out and eventually understood Cole was simply trying to light up the tense atmosphere and shouldn't be crucified. He wouldn't want to intensify the saddened energy by siding for anyone on the recent misunderstanding. Sharon was already fed up with listening to Oprah and Stephanie’s complaints about Cole's bad joke and had to speak out already. Amid all that, Sheraton remained mute and mostly concentrated her attention on Michael who was still drifting in thoughts. “The… manager maintained we should communicate with Mr. Snow and get the full information from him. One thing he was certain was the venue wouldn't be available for Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise even in six months.” Her mouth breathed out thos

Silence lingered after Michael's last expression; well, that was quite expected. His staff didn't know if they should ultimately hope for a positive response or be swallowed in deepened thoughts. The idea of involving Bossman Shaw seemed like a bold move — one that could either wave the issue off or add more salt to the injuries Mr. Snow switched his attention to the receipts and, for a moment, seemed lost in conflicting thoughts. He admired Michael's undoubted confidence to get across to Bossman Shaw but what if it didn't work out as anticipated!? [Hope could be quite miserable!] Michael's gaze shifted from Mr. Snow to the rest of the office who were still induced in silence. Oprah had crossed her arms, her eyelids slowly blinking at intervals. Stephanie's eyes darted nervously, while Cole seemed too quiet after Stephanie and his aunt frowned at his bad jokes. “Mr. Snow,” Michael calmly uttered, drawing Mr Connection’s focus back, “Do you think Bossman Shaw will take my call

Michael could deduce how interested Mr. Shaw was about his last expression and decided to throw more light. “Late Gabriel Earth,” those words crept out. Instantly, Mr. Shaw's shoulder was clothed in goosebumps; his heart skipped a thousand beats. His mouth remained closed while he slowly lowered his face. Michael raised an eyebrow as he noticed the CEO’s fallen demeanor. “Seemed like you knew him?” After a few moments of lingering silence, Mr. Shaw unzipped his lips for words, his countenance still fallen. “My God. Of Course, I do. He was a dear friend. He was the major pioneer before six others joined his vision including myself.” He sighed deeply and continued. “It's quite unfortunate he passed on shortly after the Universal Unity Centre project was completed.” Michael could feel the pain in Shaw's heart for losing a great friend— a visionary. “Now you see why we should figure those plotting against the success of the event? I won't stop until I beat them to this game,” Mic

The staff chuckled with a renewed sense of purpose, their confidence secured by Michael's success in securing the venue. The Wine Tasting Edition was less than forty-eight hours away, and staff members had their hands on deck to ensure its success. Michael sat back to his office chair still holding a glass of red wine, his mind sharp and ready. While they celebrated, he paid subtle attention to their gestures and was happy Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise had such committed staff members— each person passionate about their tasks, pushing forward with a collective drive. Sheraton approached him with a charming smile on her face. “Please, Sir, I just wanted to check if there’s anything else you need me to handle henceforth.” Michael nodded in appreciation. “Actually, yes. Keep monitoring the communication channels. If anyone from Universal Unity Centre reaches out, I want to know immediately. And let’s keep a close watch on any unusual activity. We can't afford more surprises.” “Cons