The atmosphere in the conference room was suffocating.
People exchanged glances, clearly brimming with complaints, but no one dared speak up.
Vivian sat at the head of the table. Her tailored business suit amplified her professional aura, perfectly complementing her stunningly gorgeous face—half cold authority, half radiant elegance.
"I know what your concerns are. Astra Media means a lot to me, and I want it to succeed more than anyone, but I'm not the core of this company. You are."
Astra Media was an entertainment firm, and Vivian wasn't an expert in the daily operational metrics.
Usually, Zoe managed the day-to-day.
And every department's staff was indispensable.
She wanted to move the company to Northside for personal reasons, but also because of Dominic.
Vivian had used some underhanded methods to strip his shares, and there was no telling what that old fox might try in retaliation.
"Astra Media is moving, and nothing will change that. If you're willing to come with me, I would be thrilled. I'm offering a twenty percent salary increase and one original company share per person. We change scenery, and we start fresh together."
"Of course, if you're not willing, I won't force you. HR will make sure everyone is properly compensated... Zoe."
Hearing her name, Zoe immediately picked up a stack of documents from the table.
She passed them down one by one.
"This is the proposal I drew up, which includes the new operational structure in Northside. Take a look and see if it aligns with your expectations."
Amid the rustling of turning pages, quiet whispers began to break out across the room.
Vivian wasn't worried about their feedback. She spun a pen between her slender fingers, waiting for them to speak.
The meeting lasted three solid hours.
In the end, half of the staff agreed to relocate to Northside, while the other half chose to resign.



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