HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
182. Not Reaching Target
Antonio, the manager, glanced for a moment at Madame Sundayana and her two men who sat quietly to his left and right before starting sales reporting from his department.
Several times the middle-aged man took a breath and exhaled back heavily. All pairs of eyes looked at the monitor screen in front of each of them, which was displaying sales reports for the past three months by the marketing manager, Antonio.
Sometimes the mouth of manager Antonio komat kamit explained every data he displayed, until the product marketing plan for the next three months.
"Second Madam, sales report, and sales plan of Mega Automotive products next," said Manager Antonio ended his reporting and work plan.
"What a sad sales report!" timpal mrs Sundayana responded after listening to what had been conveyed by the marketing manager of the Company.
"Manager Antonio, show sales data for the last three years again! Show us all!" Madame Sundayana's orders, her voice echoing filled the silent meeting room.
"Okay Madam," said Antonio, he then opened the file on his laptop, his hands look shaky before displaying the sales data of the last three years according to the order of Mrs Sundayana.
"Why is it too long? Is it hard to find your file manager Antonio, don't you keep it well?" ask madam Sundayana impatiently.
"Yes, sorry Madam, still loading, the data is too heavy, because the Madam asked for up to three years back," said Antonio gave an excuse with a voice that sounded vibrating.
Hanaria glanced at Manager Antonio's face when she heard the voice of her superior sounding quivering, as did Madame Sundayana and assistant David.
The kling!
Along with the audible sound, the live monitor screen displays the sales data of the past three years. Manager Antonio closed his eyes while holding his breath for a moment, he resigned to what madam Sundayana, the new owner of the Mega Automotive Company, would say.
Madame Sundayana stared long at the monitor screen before her, her flat face did not react to anything staring at the look of the past three years' worth of reports that she had requested.
"Mr Rudolf Bong, a member of the board of directors who handles the Company's financial field, how much should the sales target every month, so that the Mega Automotive class Company is considered healthy?" madam Sundayana asked flatly, her gaze shifting from the monitor screen before her, looking at Mr. Rudolf and the financial manager sitting next to her.
"About forty units of heavy equipment, nine hundred units of cars, and two thousand four hundred units of motorcycles Madam," said Mr. Rudolf bluntly.
"Isn't that Manager Genio?" said Mr. Rudolf expected support from the financial manager sitting next to him, who was the one.
"True sir," said the financial manager to give support.
"That means, the targets to be achieved have not been met for the past three years as we have seen together on each monitor screen. And sales that didn't reach that target have continued in the last three months, after being mine. And it's very natural that this company almost went out of business" said Madam Sundayana glanced at manager Antonio who had been sweating coldly in his seat.
"Why stick with sales methods that can't drive up sales until they reach Manager Antonio's target?" mrs Sundayana stared flatly at the senior employee of the Company she had just bought for the past four months.
Antonio fell silent, he did not take a word out of his mouth, I don't know what made him shut up.
"Is there any input or new ideas from the Gentlemen and Ladies of the esteemed meeting participants, in order to further increase the sales of these products of our Company?" mrs Sundayana threw a question at the meeting participants, after seeing the marketing manager was unable to answer the question. He stared one by one the faces of the shareholders, members of the board of directors and managers.
"I think, Manager Antonio has worked hard so far as a marketing manager at Mega Automotive Company, Madam Sunday, he has dedicated all his capabilities to try as much as possible. It could be the coustomer's purchasing power is declining Madam, so the Company's sales are also declining," said mrs Miasa Laura defended her person.
"That means you resigned to the situation, and there are no new ideas that we can run so that the bankrupt automotive Mega Company can rise?" mrs Sundayana said as she looked at all those present at the meeting, hoping that someone would respond to her remarks.
Madame Sundayana glanced at her watch which had shown twelve o'clock by one minute, it was time to enter the lunch hour break. "Our meeting time is up" said Ms. Sundayana.
"But I am not satisfied because today's meeting has not found a solution to increase sales in order to achieve the target. I decided, we'll add another twenty minutes. Because before, we had wasted twenty minutes at the beginning of this meeting" said mrs Sundayana again.
"I'm not willing, this Mega Automotive Company that I've bought, and it has been mine for a hundred and twenty days, just walking in place, can't grow any further. Even gradually this company can only stay a name if there is no movement from all of us in it,"
The sound of Madame Sundayana echoing in the air, filled the entire meeting room was only responded flatly by all the participants of the meeting, making Madam Sundayana clench her jaws firmly, seeing the indifference of the shareholders, the statement read, and those board members.
"Miss Hanaria, present what you have shown me when I am in my room" Madame Sunday ordered Hanaria to sit on her right side.
"Mistress, here is an exclusive meeting forum of shareholders, members of the board of directors and managers. Thus, it is not permissible for an ordinary official to speak on this forum," argued master Rudolf as he raised one hand into the air.
"Assistant David, reread the rules of our meeting today on points three and five. It seems like the Clown King has forgotten his memory" madam Sundiana ordered her personal assistant sitting on his left side.
"Okay, ma'am, it sounds :
Meeting participants can speak and speak, if they have received direct permission by the meeting leader.
The decision of the dead-end meeting will be decided by the owner" said assistant David read out the rules according to the request of his employer.
"Have you heard, Mr Rudolf?" mr. Rudolf did not answer, he just kept silent with a flat face and seemed to increasingly dislike the mistress of Sunday who became the new owner of the Company where he took shelter.
"Miss Hanaria, I gave you fifteen minutes to convey your marketing work plan, as well as the design" said Madam Sundayana glanced at Hanaria beside her.
"It looks like Madame Sundayana mis-address brought Miss Hana who is actually an architect of the building to this place," said mistress Miasa Laura chuckled in her seat, so as to invite boisterous waves back all the participants of the exclusive meeting in the room.
Doc! Doc Doc!
"Shut up! I'm not letting you guys laugh at the clowns I think are important!" madam Sundayana exclaimed while hitting the table with the hammer used by David's previous assistant to open the meeting.