The next day, as soon as Tristan Grayson entered the company, he saw all the employees standing neatly at the entrance.
He frowned and looked at Henry Archer, who had come to greet him, with a hint of displeasure. "What's going on?"
"Boss, the new president is coming to inspect the company today. Of course, we have to make the best possible impression."
"Henry Archer, how many times have I told you? Instead of wasting time sucking up to superiors, you'd be better off using your brain to figure out how to improve performance! It seems you've seen I'm down on my luck lately and don't want to work with me anymore, is that it? If you don't want to stick with me, I'd be more than happy to send you over to Ian Shaw."
Hearing this, Henry Archer was so terrified he almost fell to his knees. "Boss, I was wrong."
Tristan Grayson's cold eyes narrowed as he roared, "Get them back to their workstations, now!"
"Yes, sir."
