Scars Of A Broken Bond

Harrell proposed, “Mr. Blakely, given the circumstances, our primary task should be to manage public opinion and limit the fallout. I’ll meet with the deceased worker’s family and negotiate with them. That’s the best approach as of now.”

Tyrone’s gaze was firmly fixed on the executive in charge of the branch.

The executive instantly straightened. “I’m in accord with Harrell. Our primary goal should be to alleviate the media pressure, followed by a behind-the-scenes negotiation. Just a monetary compromise should suffice. Continuing to allow Julius to cause chaos will only spell disaster for the company.”

Casually leaning back on the couch with his right hand resting on the armrest, his fingers rhythmically drumming against it, Tyrone remarked, “The situation is deteriorating. There’s bound to be journalists swarming Julius’ residence by now. If we try to handle this privately, it’ll look like an admission of guilt. The verdict isn’t out yet. We should be patient.”

Harrell, however, begged to differ. “Lately, the company has been receiving negative publicity, causing the stocks to plummet, much to the shareholders’ discontent. Let’s not concern ourselves with the outcome. Regardless of the deceased’s fault, it would be a compassionate gesture on our part to treat the deceased’s family well, which could also protect the company’s image.”

“Harrell, you were always a person of stature. The development of the branch owes a lot to you. Why have you grown so faint-hearted over the years?”

Harrell was Left dumbfounded.

action be if a similar event were to occur

cast a sidelong glance

your choice of words with the press awaiting downstairs. Neither be too

executive, regaining his composure,

that moment, there was a knock on the

“Mr. Blakely.”

It was Kylan.

“Come in.”

meet you at seven this

compensation weren’t major issues. Tyrone was more apprehensive about the authorities causing them trouble, which was why he