Namoras
Namora pressed

On the roof of the Martins Group's seven-storey large office, Namora stood looking at the traffic of all kinds of vehicles below.

From the look on his face, there was resentment, anger, and burdened. He did not know what the outcome of the meeting would be in a moment.

When he came to the office, he only found the staff. While the people who want a meeting with the board of directors, still not visible stem nose.

Namora stood up straight. Both hands he put behind his back.

Not knowing how long Namora had been acting like that, until finally the sound of footsteps walked up to him.

"Have they arrived?" Namora asked without turning her head back.

"CEOS. They have arrived. It's just that, right now some staff are finishing up some materials for the meeting this time," a female voice replied politely.

"Thea. Wait for me in the meeting room! Looks like, I'll trouble you a lot later,"

"That's my job, sir!" Reply to the woman Namora called by the name Thea.

Namora gestured for the woman to leave immediately. Then he tidied up his clothes, his hair was also neatened, then he walked calmly to the elevator.

After arriving at the basement, some of the staff respectfully greeted Namora. It was just that Namora seemed to be ignoring them, and continued to walk through several rooms until she arrived at the large door, then pushed it open.

Namora entered a spacious room with an elongated table like a parliamentary courtroom. He flipped through some of the document papers located on the table right in the chair of the chairman, then let the paper go. For him, their goal this time was to pressure himself to step down from his position as CEO, and not to discuss a framework. So, these papers are completely useless.

Namora noticed the suit located on the back of the chair. It was his father's suit. While wearing the suit, Namora promised that no matter what, she would never let these people achieve her goal.

A few minutes have passed, until at last the sound of the door being knocked from the outside.

"Lake in!" Namora's Order.

A woman entered the room while carrying a laptop that she narrowed in the folds of her armpits. Then he saluted Namora, then stood beside the young man.

"Hmmm. They seemed to look small at me. Not at all respecting the majority shareholders, and also the CEO. Is this how dilapidated the Martins Group is?" Namora thought to herself. He nodded in front of Thea without saying anything more.

Five minutes later, several fat and potbellied men entered the room without knocking on the door. They went straight to the table, put their luggage on top, then without looking directly at their seats. While at this moment, Namora only saw this action of theirs with a cold face.

Namora glanced towards them one by one, then sighed heavily. In his heart he established that today was the day on which he would do bleaching within the company. These for him are thorns that are ready to rot every joint in running the wheels of the company.

"Ehem..," one of the men who entered cleared his throat. He is Mr. Anto. One of the shareholders in Martins Group.

Finished his throat, he swept his gaze to everyone who was inside the room. As if thinking for a moment, he opened his voice. "Is everything present?"

Namora did not answer. Instead, Thea who was standing there immediately answered a question from Mr. Anto just now. "Sir Anto. I was just told that Mr. Burhan, as the moderator of our meeting is on his way. It'll probably be here in a few minutes,"

"Hmmm. Alright. But, how could Mr. Burhan be late like this. If I don't respect him as a middle man, as well as a legal person in this company, I won't be using this person for a long time. There are hundreds of law firms in the country. What is less?"

"You dare?" Namora asked slightly offended by what Mr. Anto had said earlier. For him, Mr. Burhan is a lawyer who was directly appointed by his late adoptive grandfather, Martin. Let alone Mr. Anto who only has 5% shares. Even his own father did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of Mr. Burhan. This is because, since he was very young, Mr. Burhan has been a member in the black cat organization. In fact, it was Martin who financed his school so that he could establish his own law firm.

Hearing the reprimand from Namora, instead of rectifying his words earlier, precisely Mr. Anto even sneered. "CEOS. Instead of questioning my words, instead you question yourself. Are you capable enough to hold that CEO position or not. Because I think you're totally incompetent,"

"really. Not to mention half a year as a CEO stakeholder, you have created disharmony among staff, hold shares, business partners and more. The first day you fired a lot of employees. Day two, you hire thugs in the construction area. Then, you announced that you wanted some new projects and forced us to win the tender despite not being profitable. Then, two days ago you had a press conference expressing your hostility towards Agro Financial Group. You know, we are shareholders. We are investors. If it doesn't generate dividends, what do we invest money into the project for?" The other word.

Namora's face changed color several times hearing their very disdainful words.

Although the face is still stiff, but occasional changes remain obvious. Because some time ago his face that did have white skin became red like a burning shrimp. Sometimes paled like a corpse. It is difficult to describe what this change in color of Namora's face means. Whether he was holding back anger or indeed he was frightened. But clearly, this change on Namora's face was interpreted by them as a form of expression of fear. Makka from that, they increasingly eagerly suppressed and cornered the young man. This they did so that when Mr. Burhan arrived at the meeting room, they had finished pressing Namora. The result is that Namora will likely be removed from her position as CEO, then they will make a mutual agreement to appoint a new CEO and they will be made as puppets. Let Namora be only the majority shareholder with big profits, but the helm of their company is directing. When Namora later denied the decision they took, they would jointly veto Namora's decision in disorder. Cunning right?

Everyone can plan, but the end result speaks

Seriate...