Wilbur hung up the call right after.
He would have to teach these guys a lesson, or things like this would just keep on happening.
Wilbur could not be sitting around in this dump all day, waiting to take care of mess after mess.
He returned to the office and sat down with a smile. "I've got it prepared. The guy's on the way with the present.
Wilbur was certain that he would be able to get Rogan to come over and handle this himself.
If Rogan failed to show up, Wilbur would not play nice.
He had his ways of taking care of Rogan.
It was important to note that Rogan's position as president would sway the moment he lost Dasha's support.
There was no way Rogan would refuse to listen.
Over on Rogan's end, the president was already steaming out of his ears.
He had managed to withstand the enormous pressure and get rid of Lars to gain favor with Dasha to overturn the Western forces.
Wilbur had played an important role in this, and Rogan could not afford to mess with him.
It just had to be that the head of department Rogan had elected had screwed up. What a disgrace this was.
Rogan called for Osborn at once, heading towards the security department head's office at once.
Just then, over at Hannah's office, Bari glanced at his watch with a frown. "My time's precious, so do hurry up."
"A little impatient, aren't we?" Wilbur chuckled.
Bari glared at him. "I'm going to say this again. Watch your words. Your mine is going bankrupt if we ban production permanently, and I don't think that's a loss you can afford to bear. Try using that brain of yours the next time you speak."
"Of course, you're right. I have indeed used a little more of my brain, but I honestly haven't met someone quite as anxious to send himself away," Wilbur said.
Bari stared at Wilbur, confused by his words.
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