The moment we arrived at Whitmore Industries, everyone seemed busier than usual.
Employees moved through the hallways carrying files and tablets while supervisors exchanged hurried discussions near the elevators.
The atmosphere was noticeably heavier than normal.
The pest problem was clearly affecting everyone.
As soon as we stepped out of the elevator on the executive floor, Anna glanced at me.
"You see that?"
I followed her gaze toward a group of department managers speaking in hushed voices.
"They’re worried."
I nodded.
"And they have every reason to be."
Aunt Veronica said from the side.
The losses had been growing for months.
At first everyone thought it would be temporary.
Now no one was sure anymore.
We continued toward the conference room where Uncle Herbert was already waiting with several executives.
The moment we entered, the conversations stopped.
"Good morning."
"Morning, Director Alicia."
"Good morning, Ma’am Veronica."
After exchanging greetings, everyone took their seats.
Uncle Herbert wasted no time getting to the point.
"The pest situation is getting worse."
His voice was calm, but the seriousness behind it was obvious.
"We’ve lost another twelve percent of this month’s projected harvest."
Several people immediately lowered their heads.
The room became quiet.
One of the older executives finally spoke.
"If this continues, we may need to reduce the company’s support to some of the smaller farms."
Immediately, several people frowned.
I was one of them.
"The smaller farms are the backbone of Rosewood."
I looked directly at him.
I’ve only been here for two years, but so far this is one of the things I’ve realized.
"If we cut support now, many of them won’t survive the season."
"And if they don’t survive, neither will our supply chain." I added
The executive sighed.
"I understand that, Director Alicia, but the company isn’t a charity."
Before the discussion could escalate, Uncle Herbert raised his hand.
"Let’s focus on solutions."
Everyone fell silent again.
For a moment, I looked down at the documents in front of me.
Then I made my decision.
"Actually..."
Every gaze turned toward me.
"I think this is exactly why we need to reconsider the partnership proposal."
The room instantly became quiet.
Even quieter than before.
Several executives exchanged looks.
One of them rubbed his forehead.
Another sighed.
Anna, however, looked completely unsurprised.
She had expected me to bring it up again.
I stood up and opened the presentation I had prepared.
"Our town has always preferred independence."
"And that has worked well for decades."
I paused.
"But the market is changing."
"We’re no longer facing ordinary challenges."
I pointed toward the figures displayed on the screen.
"The pest attacks are affecting production."
"Our new clothing brand needs greater exposure."
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