Right now, more than ever, the company needs to stand united. I will find a way to secure bank loans. Once the loans come through, this entire crisis will be resolved."
The secretary nodded. "Yes, sir. But please, secure the funding as quickly as possible. Once the cash is in the accounts, all these problems disappear."
"I know. You can leave now."
After the secretary exited, Frederick sat in his office for a long time, trying to figure out who was targeting him, but he came up blank.
Left with no other option, he started calling the banks he usually worked with, hoping a commercial loan could patch his bleeding cash flow.
To his absolute dismay, every single bank rejected him.
If he couldn't see the writing on the wall now, his decades in business would have been for nothing.
Carrying an expensive gift, he personally visited the office of Laird Langley, the president of Lithos Bank.
Laird had a decent relationship with him and they had collaborated on past projects, so he agreed to the meeting.
"Laird, you have to help me out. I don't know what's going on. The banks I normally work with are dodging my calls, and I have no idea how I offended them."
Laird looked at him sympathetically. "Frederick, I'm only taking this meeting because we go way back. I'll be straight with you. It's not that they're dodging you, and you didn't offend them. It's that someone very powerful has put the word out that you are not to receive a single dime. I'm meeting with you, but I can't help you. If I do, I'll be the one going down. You need to figure this out on your own, because I guarantee you, no bank in the city will dare approve your loan."
Frederick went pale. The secretary was right. Someone was trying to ruin him!
But even racking his brain, he couldn't think of who!
"Laird, can you at least tell me who is behind this?"
Laird sighed. "Good luck, Frederick. I have other meetings to get to."


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