The heavy wooden doors of the top-floor boardroom remained shut, blocking out the pathetic screams of the corrupt operations manager, as a dead silence settled over the remaining executives.
Rick sat casually in the heavy leather Chairman's chair, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany table, as he looked at the terrified men and women sitting before him.
General Manager Bi Songjiang stood at attention, wiping a thin layer of cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, since he realized the young man sitting at the head of the table possessed the ruthless, unforgiving aura of a true emperor.
"Mr. Smith," Bi Songjiang began respectfully, keeping his voice steady despite his racing heart. "With Miao removed from the roster, I will personally oversee the eastern VIP pier to ensure operations continue without a single delay, as we cannot afford to lose our high-end clientele."
