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MISTAKE 185
Chapter 185: Mass resignation.
A tight smile tugged at the corners of Samuel’s mouth, and he leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers before him. “Richard is merely releasing his anger, nothing more. He’ll come to his senses soon enough.”
Mr. Bean’s eyes remained leveled, and he nodded to his boss, old Master Madison. “The young master seems to be really angry this time, sir. He may really attack you, sir.”
Samuel’s smile broadened, revealing a row of perfectly preserved teeth. “That grandson of mine has always had a ruthless streak. Who would have thought he would turn it against his grandfather? Just take some precautions. After he calms down, I will talk to him about returning to the company.”
“Young Master does not seem to want to let this go, sir.” Mr. Bean said, his face blank without feeling. “Maybe you should reconsider—”
“I did what was necessary,” Samuel interjected, his tone brooking no argument. “He dares marry someone without telling me. And actually captured the daughter of the Hayes family
too.”
Before Mr. Bean could respond, a sharp rap sounded at the door, and a young woman in a crisp business suit stepped into the office, her face pale and drawn. “Excuse me, Mr. Madison,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m afraid I have some rather distressing news.”
Samuel inclined his head, fixing the woman with an impassive stare. “Go on, Miss Thompson.”
The woman swallowed hard, her gaze darting between Sámuel and Mr. Bean. “It’s not just young master Richard who has resigned, sir. Over the past few hours, nearly all of the directors have followed suit, citing a loss of faith in the company’s leadership.”
A heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the faint ticking of an antique clock
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on the wall. Samuel’s expression remained inscrutable, but a muscle twitched in his jaw, betraying the slightest hint of unease.
“This is going too far,” he muttered, his fingers tightening around the arms of his chair.” Richard is allowing his emotions to cloud his judgment, and now he’s dragging the entire company down with him.”
Mr. Bean shot a worried glance at Miss Thompson, who seemed rooted to the spot, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “What are your orders, sir?” he asked, his voice subdued.
Samuel’s piercing gaze swept across the room, lingering momentarily on the framed photos of his family that adorned the desk–a reminder of the legacy he had built and the sacrifices he had made to ensure its survival. For a moment, he seemed to age before their very eyes, the weight of the situation etching deep lines into his weathered face.
“He wants to destroy Madison industries. He really wants to destroy everything,” he said at last, his voice disbelieving. He then proceeds to break out into mad laughter before saying, “I will deal with this personally and bring my ungrateful grandson to heel, no matter the cost.”
As Samuel rose from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate, the rumor of the crisis at Madison Industries was already causing a stir in the media and online. News outlets scrambled to piece together the unfolding events, with reporters and pundits alike speculating on the reasons behind Richard Madison’s sudden departure.
In the comments sections of various forums and social media platforms, the debate raged on, with armchair analysts weighing in with their own theories. Some suggested that Richard had simply
grown disillusioned with the company’s direction, while others posited more nefarious motives, ranging from internal power struggles to rumors of financial impropriety.
“I heard Madison Industries was cooking the books,” one anonymous commenter wrote, “and Richard refused to be a part of the cover–up.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” another replied. “This is clearly a hostile takeover attempt, and Richard is just the first casualty.”
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Amidst the chaos, Richard Madison himself remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the swirling allegations. His absence from the public eye only served to fuel the speculation, with each passing hour bringing a fresh wave of conjecture and rumor.
As the day wore on, the situation at Madison Industries grew increasingly dire, with reports of mass resignations and plummeting stock prices dominating the headlines. Financial analysts warned of an impending disaster, while industry insiders whispered of a company teetering on the brink of collapse.
Yet, through it all, the true catalyst for the crisis remained shrouded in mystery, known only to a select few within the company’s innermost circles–a twisted tale of ambition, betrayal, and the lengths to which a man would go to preserve his legacy.
Unaware of the turmoil brewing behind the scenes, the media and online commentators continued to speculate, their theories growing ever more outlandish and far–fetched. Articles were written, dissected, and shared, each one attempting to shed light on the enigmatic circumstances surrounding Richard Madison’s abrupt exit, yet none of them came close to the
truth.
As the sun began to set over the city, casting long shadows across the towering skyscrapers, Samuel paced the length of his office, his polished shoes clacked against the hardwood floor in a staccato rhythm. The incessant ringing of the telephone on his desk punctuated the tense silence, each shrill tone like a dagger piercing the air.
Mr. Bean walked closer. “Sir, it’s the shareholders,” he said, his voice level. “They’re demanding answers about the resignation crisis and the plummeting stock prices.”
Samuel waved a dismissive hand. “Then I shall give them answers,” he growled, snatching up the receiver mid–ring. “Madison Industries,” he barked into the mouthpiece.
“Mr. Madison, we’re hearing rumors of a government raid on Madison Industries‘ corporate headquarters. Is it true? Have we been implicated in some sort of illegal activity?”
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Samuel’s grip tightened on the receiver, his knuckles going white. “I can assure you, Mrs. Harrison, that those rumors are entirely unfounded. Madison Industries has always operated within the bounds of the law, and we have no reason to fear any sort of investigation.”
His words seemed to do little to help the shareholder’s fears, and she launched into a fresh barrage of questions, her voice rising in pitch with each query. Samuel clenched his jaw, his patience wearing thin.
Samuel Madison’s anger had escalated to unprecedented heights. He could scarcely believe that his own grandson, Richard, had turned against him so brazenly, destroying the family’s legacy with his reckless actions. Madison Industries, the empire Samuel had built from the ground up through decades of hard work and sacrifice, now teetered on the brink of ruin.
Pacing the length of his opulent office, Samuel’s polished shoes clacked against the hardwood floor in a staccato rhythm, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his temples throbbed. With a trembling hand, he snatched up the phone from its cradle and jabbed at the intercom button.
“Mr. Bean,” he growled into the receiver. “Arrange a video conference immediately. It’s time to call in my favors.”
“Yes, sir,” came the meek reply, followed by a soft click as the line went dead.
Samuel replaced the phone and sank into the high–backed leather chair behind his desk, drumming his fingers beneath his chin as he awaited the arrival of his allies–the shadowy figures he had come to know as the Interests.
Over the years, Samuel had cultivated a vast network of powerful individuals, each owing him a debt for services rendered. From government officials and corporate titans to underworld kingpins and corrupt law enforcement, the interests spanned every echelon of society, their influence reaching into the darkest corners of the world.
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A soft chime from the sleek laptop on his desk signaled the beginning of the video conference, and Samuel straightened in his chair, his expression hardening into a mask of grim
determination.