Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 911

Chapter 911 There’s Nothing to Talk About Between Us

An hour later, the phones were ringing off the hook in various departments. Since Smith Co. had stopped its operations, many other industries had been affected as well. Everyone had become less efficient and even the stock market plunged, causing huge losses in Cittadel’s entire economy.

Several common workers were implicated all of a sudden, which caused a series of serious road accidents. At that moment, the entire Cittadel had descended into chaos.

Meanwhile, Raffle was seated in a chair with his eyes closed. As he gently tapped the armrest with his fingers, he waited for Alexander to give in to him. However, before Alexander phoned him, he received a call from his higher-up.

“What on earth are you doing, Raffle? The world is in chaos, and you’re still hiding in the Department of Commerce! I’ll give you one hour to settle the issues with Smith Co. If you can’t do that, you’ll be replaced by someone else!”

Raffle was taken to task, and before he could respond, the other side hung up on him. He had been working diligently for the past few decades, but it was his first time being reprimanded by his higher-up. After telling someone to look into the matter, he picked up his coat and left his office.

He got into his car, looked at his wrinkled face through the rear mirror, and became deluged with a sense of etherealism.

He had been working for far too long, and it was to the point where he had lost sense of what he really wanted to do. Soon, he regained his rationality and clearly understood that he didn’t have a choice.

He was on the same boat as Wendy and the others, so there were only two eventualities for him; he would either keep walking down the same path or die on the way.

Thirty minutes had passed, but he still couldn’t find out Alexander’s whereabouts. Hence, he could only seek help from Wendy.

“Alexander is right in his home. Just look for him directly. Before that, tell your people to do a full inspection on Smith Co.,” Wendy ordered.

“I’m worried that he won’t resolve the dispute easily.” Raffle didn’t have the confidence to persuade Alexander. “Since we’re from different sides, why would we have to resolve the dispute with him?”

“What do you mean?” “The longer you stall for time with Alexander, the more time we’ll have to make some arrangements in the company. Your task is to serve as our cover-up.”

“I know what to do.” Twenty minutes later, Raffle arrived at the Griffith Residence. He kept persuading Alexander and even tried to enrage him, but the latter still didn’t bother sparing him a glance.

Seeing that the other man just wouldn’t respond to him, Raffle adjusted his pants and bent his knees in an attempt to kneel.

“Wait a minute,” Alexander finally replied to him. He moved his eyes away from the monitor and stared at him with a dispassionate gaze. “There are kids in the house. You’ll scare them by doing this.”

Raffle could only straighten up and beg for the other man’s mercy with his head hung low. “What do you want me to do to let Smith Co. resume its operations?”

“It’s not like there’s anything I can do about it. It depends on how fast the authorities will finish doing the inspection.” Alexander played dumb.

“That can be settled with a phone call. We’re both intelligent people, Mr. Griffith, so let’s stop beating around the bush. Just tell me the conditions you have,” Raffle said.

“I love how frank you are.” Alexander shot him a look of approval, then said solemnly, “Honestly, my brother and I don’t like anyone bossing us around. If you’re swamped with work, you’d better not interfere in his company and the competition this time.”

“Apart from this matter, you can bring up other conditions. I’ll do my best to fulfill them.” Raffle turned him down.