The conference room's air was fraught with tension. Brian was in the main seat, staring at his laptop calmly. He ignored the people in the room and the looks they were giving him, as if they didn't exist, but that was just a fagade. Brian was a lot more nervous than he let on. He was just pretending to be calm. In reality, he was more anxious than anyone in the room.
A middle-aged man in a suit suddenly stood up and broke the eerie silence in the room. "President."
Everyone looked at him in surprise, including Brian. He knew he had to finally face the music when the guy called out to him. Silence was not a solution. Brian sighed silently and held his mouse, then he looked up at the man calmly. "What is it?"
"Sir, you told us Mr. Fuller will help us out because we helped Miss Reed. You promised he'd make sure we can stay. We trusted you, so we agreed to the loan even though the reserves are drying up. What now? We've been waiting since morning, but the Fuller Group isn't doing anything to help." The man pointed at Brian angrily, demanding an explanation.
Everyone nodded. They agreed with what the man was saying.
"Yeah, president. You promised that Mr. Fuller is going to help us, but his company is doing nothing until now. How are we supposed to trust you?"
"Yeah," someone else agreed as well. "If the Fuller Group isn't helping us, that loan we approved is gonna be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Can you handle the repercussions then, sir? You wanted to loan the money out in the first place."
Everyone gave Brian sharp looks of interrogation.
Brian had many years of working experience under his belt, but even he felt nervous when everyone was looking at him that way. He wondered if he had miscalculated. The main bank had taken a lot of their liquid assets lately, and since they were the main branch, their target for all savings amounts was at least ten times higher than the other branches. He had to hit that target to keep working as the president. Everyone had to make sure the target was hit, or they would be demoted into the other branches. The problem was all the rich guys were disinclined to put their money in local banks. They preferred overseas banks. Because of that, they still hadn't hit their target for the year.
It was nearly Christmas, but they were still a long way away from their target. He could feel a mountain of pressure on his shoulders. He would talk to Seafield's entrepreneurs every day, trying to convince them to put their money in the Bank of Caruna, but they adamantly refused. He was getting bald from the stress. Just when he was starting to run out of ideas, he got a call from Sonia, the boss of Paradigm Co. as well as Toby's girlfriend.
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