"I beg your pardon sir, but this hospital is a government facility and I don't see any possibility of selling our pharmaceutical department to you sir." The senior doctor said."Don't you think it would be of great benefit to the public if you decide to let the pharmaceutical department to be privatised? Think of the benefits. I would improve that facility a thousand times better than it is now.""I am sorry Alexander Steel, that would not be possible, i am not the…""I give you sixty thousand dollars. What do you say?"The senior doctor heaved a deep sigh. "I don't know how you want me to put it but we are not interested in privatising our pharmaceutical department.""Okay doctor, if you say so, I give you ten seconds, either you sell your pharmaceutical department to me or I withdraw my donations of money and facilities worth five million dollars to the hospital. What do you say?"The senior doctor appeared to be in deep thought because he was silent for a while still during his pho
In the following weeks, Victor immersed himself in transforming the pharmaceutical department of Greenville General Hospital. Armed with a keen eye for detail and an unwavering determination, he oversaw renovations, implemented advanced technologies, and handpicked a team of pharmacists who aligned with his vision, taking the humble and accommodating attributes of his new employees as a prerogative for their employment.As the pharmaceutical department underwent a metamorphosis, Victor then focused on his thriving chain of restaurants named El Sabor. With meticulous planning, he drafted budgets, analyzed market trends, and strategized ways to elevate the dining experience.Within two months, El Sabor had not only maintained its reputation but had also generated a staggering five million dollars in revenue. Victor reveled in the success, recognizing the potential for further expansion and influence in the culinary world.Amidst the planning sessions, a call from Mrs. Martina, Victor'
"What! Why?""I don't know, it…it is not clear to me at the moment, some of them are complaining, expressing dissatisfaction…""Dissatisfaction of what? We hit a fortune of over ten billion dollars last two weeks.""I don't know, some of them are complaining of the quality of equipments, but wait…" He paused."What's up Michael?""I think…I think they are trying to stage a protest…they are saying something!""What are they saying?""It…it…it seems like they are questioning your leadership, they raising their voices, saying that this company is not in good hands.""I am coming right away.""Please do."Victor swiftly donned his nose mask, its sleek design transforming him into the enigmatic Alexander Steel. His eyes focused, Victor dialed his phone, connecting with Keegan, his father's trusted henchman."Hello Keegan!""Hello boss what's up.""Keegan, assemble your team. We've got a situation at De Jarrod Cereals. I need you and the boys here, now," Victor commanded, urgency lacing hi
Mrs. Sandra Fernandez leaned forward, her eyes narrowed with contemplation. "Alexander, it's unusual for such a drastic demand to arise spontaneously. The timing is suspicious, and considering the resentment expressed by some board members during your first day in office, your suspicion about Alejandro's involvement might not be far-fetched."Michael, with a stern expression, chimed in, "I've been with your uncle for years, and I've never seen such unrest within the workforce. It's clear that someone is manipulating the situation. The question is, why now?"Mr. Rafael Santiago, the chief sales officer, nodded in agreement. "I've been interacting with the sales team. This demand doesn't align with their usual concerns. It feels orchestrated, and if Alejandro is behind this, we need to be prepared for more than just protests."Mrs. Isabella Rodriguez, always composed, added, "The boardroom tension during the CEO anouncement really expressed their dissent. If Alejandro and his faction ar
The representatives, Mario Lopez (Production Supervisor), Carlos Ramirez (Quality Control Lead), Ana Gutierrez (Logistics Coordinator), Juan Torres (Maintenance Manager), and Leandro Martinez (IT Specialist), walked into the boardroom where Alexander Steel, Michael, and the executives were seated. Alexander gestured for them to take a seat, a gesture that carried a mix of formality and curiosity."Welcome, please have a seat," Alexander Steel said, motioning toward the chairs arranged around the table. The representatives took their seats, with their expressions wearing a mix of determination and apprehension.Alexander Steel leaning forward, addressed them directly. "I appreciate your willingness to come forward and discuss your concerns. However, I'm genuinely curious why such a significant demand for a quadruple increase in salaries has arisen seemingly out of nowhere. Can you shed some light on this?"Mr Mario Lopez, a bald chubby manwho was the Production Supervisor, spoke on b
Victor, now seated in the comfort of his room there at his mother's house, couldn't escape the weight of the turmoil that loomed over De Jarrod Cereals. The unsettling atmosphere in the boardroom had replayed in his mind like a relentless loop. His fingers tapped anxiously on his lap, a telltale sign of the storm brewing within him.As he contemplated the impending strike, Victor's thoughts gravitated towards the orchestrated chaos, and a growing suspicion clawed at him. Alejandro Martinez's disdain for his leadership was evident, and Victor couldn't shake the feeling that the rebellious chairman had a hand in orchestrating the workforce's demands and the looming strike.A sense of frustration and helplessness enveloped Victor as he envisioned the potential damage that the strike could inflict on the company. The delicate balance between acknowledging the workforce's contributions and ensuring the financial stability of De Jarrod Cereals seemed to be slipping away.The echoes of M
The darkened shores of Halcon Bay lay still under the moonlit sky, a clandestine meeting ground for illicit activities that were about to unfold. The rhythmic hum of the ship's engines echoed in the night as it stealthily approached the designated point of rendezvous. This operation had been meticulously planned, and every participant knew their role.As the clock struck 9 o'clock, the ship gently glided to a halt, concealed by the shadows cast by the towering cliffs surrounding Halcon Bay. Onboard, men dressed in black, faces obscured by masks, exchanged silent nods – the signal that the covert operation was about to unfold.The creaking sound of the ship's anchor dropping into the water echoed through the quiet night. The stillness was broken only by the lapping of gentle waves against the hull, a deceptive calm before the storm of illegal activity.As the ship settled into position, concealed compartments were opened, revealing hidden stashes of cocaine and marijuana meticulous
Steffen Gonzalez, now isolated from his men, felt the cold metal of handcuffs biting into his wrists as law enforcement officers guided him away from the chaotic scene at Midnight Cove. The luxurious black jeeps idled ominously nearby, ready to transport the captured executive and orchestrator of the illicit operation.As Steffen was led away, the moonlit night gave way to the shadows cast by the surrounding cliffs, concealing the ominous destination that awaited him. The officers guided him towards a nondescript building nestled in the heart of darkness, its exterior betraying no signs of the secrets held within.The heavy door swung open with a creak, revealing a dimly lit corridor that seemed to absorb any traces of light. Steffen's senses heightened as he entered, the air thick with the scent of dampness and anticipation. The distant echoes of Midnight Cove's chaos faded away, replaced by an unsettling stillness.The officers navigated Steffen through the labyrinthine passages