Scars Of A Broken Bond

Harrell and Cody exchanged glances. It was evident upon entering the room that Tyrone Looked much thinner, suggesting a grave illness.

Yet they were cornered and left with no choice. After mulling it over, Harrell said, “We understand your current health predicament, Mr. Blakely. But we’re in a tight spot. The group is battling internal dissent and external pressures. You’re the only one capable of fixing the situation.”

Larry wasn’t well-versed in the intricacies of Blakely Group’s operations, and adjusting would require a significant chunk of time.

Rival businesses seized this window of vulnerability to grab Blakely Group’s assets and projects.

The top executives in the company weren’t working together, and two of them were even lured away by rival firms. The board members had conflicting views, making it challenging for Larry to manage them.

Ever since Cesar’s passing and Tyrone stepping down, Blakely Group’s share value had been on a decline. Although there was a small rise occasionally, they were short-lived.

New Year’s day, Blakely Group hosted an end-of-year media briefing. Here, a group of shareholders demanded clear answers from the

over two months of chaos, and Harrell had to acknowledge that while Tyrone might be a bit authoritarian, he was the best leader for the team. He was

eyebrow, queried, “Internal conflicts and

in Centenia were unexpectedly swiped in recent weeks. Additionally, our various departments

view to reclaim

the firm needed stability; hasty moves could further

hands resting on his knees, Tyrone asked with a discerning Look, “Any

was family, and Tyrone had a

to tarnish the Legacy meticulously built

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