The Hero

Chapter 42 You Get What You Want

Javier leaves Midnoon Tires and starts calling and arranging as soon as he gets into his car. Once satisfied, he plays relaxing music and goes home to the company, relaxed and cool.

His return was immediately greeted by a grinning Jade, who jumped into his office, beaming. ” Yes Lord! You wouldn't believe how great Miss Gould was. He's very bad*sss! When it comes to work, Mae Kingsley wasted no time before planting the system-breaking bug and creating fake bookkeeping to siphon our funds. Just the whole time crippling our financial system!

“But then Ms. Gould came, and do you know how long it took him to debug the entire system the saboteurs were trying to destroy? Less than ten minutes! Then he sniffed the fake bookkeeping and stolen funds and wrapped them around Mae's neck like a rope! Ha! The old rat was so frightened, he cried out for mercy and began to put down everything superficial! ”

Jade then conveys Mae's confession to him, including naming Matthew as the one who arranged his arrival, as well as the one who had instructed him to make a mess of Beacon Tires' accounting. The goal is clear; he wants Mae to destroy the company from within.

Clement launched a front attack, and Mae burned from the inside, thus attacking the rear. Matthew actually showed off his best plan when he used a double attack strategy.

"Unfortunately, his little trick has cracked! With Mae being our captive, she had no choice but to serve us and do whatever we asked of her! And this is all thanks to Ms. Gould and of course, our own GM Deputy, Mr. Kersey!” Jade praised solemnly. "You're also one of the heroes!"

Jade. Her cheerful lips bloomed like a flower in a bright meadow, and somehow she managed to become even more beautiful in a few moments. Javier could feel a bubbling urge inside him. He wanted to pull that beautiful, shining girl into his arms ...

Before she can try to make her wish come true, Jade jumps out of her office with the quick steps she takes when she comes, humming something about asking Mary Janet about some financial issues or even making her her mentor.

Now it will be a noble endeavor. The leader of a company must always be equipped with a good understanding of finance and matters related to it. A foolish boss would be like having a powerful weapon but only a lancer would know how to use it. Of course, things would be great if lancer was loyal to his subordinates, but one did not want to repeat Terry Hamer now, did one?

As Jade's face shone like a sunlit spring, deep within Midnoon Tires, Clement Lewinsky's son had turned into a winter cloud as he groaned, "Why is this news spreading?!"

Worse, it was a news series, with Midnoon Tires as the main character in each of them. Half an hour after Javier left, Clement's secretary came up with a pile of still-warm news reports from his prints.

The article was taken down from one of the country's largest newspaper websites, whose content is incomplete about road accidents. The tyre suddenly exploded while the vehicle was on its way, causing the driver and two passengers in the back seat to be killed at the scene.

It's all old news; a tragedy that happened last year. But it went viral today. Someone in the comment section has managed to stir up anger by pointing out that the victim has been using Midnoon tires.

One case alone will not affect the reputation of the company, but five or six old news stories about the same accident will be contagious again later. They all had some things in common: it was all old news, the accident involved only the victim's car, and all their tires were from Midnoon.

In the afternoon, hashtags about the Midnight Ban issue should be trending on Twitter. His ugliness soared until he managed to beat the news of the affair of a famous teenage idol until the afternoon. Even more ridiculous, many people who cared about Midnoon Tires managed to downplay the attention given to the celebrity scandal.

Clement banged on his desk angrily. "How did this happen?!"

No one can answer that. Even he himself could not afford it.

A knock echoed from across the door. Before Clement could say anything, his secretary walked uninvited, panting, “Mr. Lewinsky, you need to see this... This report just came in! The accident just happened, and they used Midnoon Ban.”.

Clement snatched the paper, it turned out to be true about the news that had just been published! A long-distance driver was crossing a cross-state highway when he suddenly wanted to unload his own cargo. Placing his car in the emergency lane, he chose to urinate behind his car door to protect himself from view. That's when the tire he faced reportedly exploded and the hit caused the driver to be thrown for half a meter and made him cold.

Not surprisingly, it spread through social media and other online platforms, ostensibly to warn all self-respecting car lovers to check if they are using Midnoon Bans. Those who are current users are advised to "never pee on it to avoid explosions."

Clement is apoplexy. He plunged straight into the fight to uncover the article, but the crusade had no hope against the flood of many who wanted to act wisely and add their own blows. He did not even produce a ripple, let alone a spark.

Before all this happened, Clement had thought of leveraging his alliance with Ordello Corp. to get lucrative payments for advertising purposes. Now, it looks like he got what he wanted for no price, doesn't it? Not a penny is spent, but the whole internet is talking about its tires.

But how much does it cost?

Clement felt like crying now!

News of Midnoon Tires continues to be nightly news on TV channels across the country. The head of the State Quality Control Department has assured consumers in an interview that they will begin investigating Ban Midnoon in the near future.

“Le-wins-kyyyy! What's wrong with this malarkey?! Are you trying to take over my business?! It's all! The contract between us is over! I'm going back to Beacon Tires, and it's final!

“Matthew Odell, stupid! Do you know how much work I have to go through to replace my supplier? I have to register a new model number, make a new model — it takes at least two or three days to complete! And then there will be a week before the first batch is produced! How will my factory survive with zero production or work for a full week? Do I have to sacrifice all of that just to please Matthew and his terrible god of judgment? It's flooding! Count me out, * asshole! ”

Dwayne wasn't the only one to draw that conclusion. Every couple Clement would soon become ex had the same thought. After all, they are the first entrepreneurs; capitalists who tend to get profit margins over other things. Tire remains a tire whatever the brand. The only reason they were willing to switch their suppliers to a company authorized by Odello Corp. was because getting Odell support seemed to be profitable at the time, but things have changed. Their base is threatened! Who would dare to care about Odello Corp.! They must save themselves from this failure!

Flooding of cancelled contracts followed. Midnoon Tires was left like a shipwreck. Factory operations were suspended for state inspection. Journalists formed a line-up of groups united in their desire to interview Clement, so they could question him in pursuit of profit rather than doubt while doing business.

Clement never felt so persecuted. No problem with the quality of the tires! And that is before knowing the facts and truth about why any tire could leak. There are thousands of various independent reasons that can cause such a thing to happen!

Unfortunately, very few people care. They were all focused on things that were unreasonable and unfair. Since the victim was using the Midnoon Ban, the problem must have been in his tires and not the others. There is no cost to one's moral standing to pile up such obvious mistakes!

Finally, the results of the department's investigation were revealed. Midnoon tires are proven to be safe and meet standards. Clement breathed a sigh of relief; eventually, it seemed like he would be charged.

But his belief was too early. The department director has a different idea. “The public opinion court is against you and your product, Mr. Lewinsky. I'm afraid you have to bear it, "he said," People's opinions always come first no matter when and where, you know? So yeah, I know you're innocent and everything ... But, are you right to have sparked public outrage, huh?

"Well, that solved it. Your factory will stop operating for a month. We will tell them that it is for restructuring and all that, ”finally the director said,“ That's it, Son. Our task is done.”

With the paper allowed to be stamped on the factory door and a few strands of yellow tape later, the department team left without a word.

Clement stood, alone, in front of the main door of the factory, his line of sight tainted with a cross attached to the tape that the department left at the entrance. While sulking and frustrated, he did not complain to anyone in particular,

“How can I get here? Did I offend Satan or what ?! ”