The private jet touched down smoothly, but Cael's mind was anything but settled. As soon as he got to his office building in the city, a swarm of individuals awaited him—lawyers, developers, local officials, all vying for his immediate attention.
"Mr. Morgan we have a situation with the zoning permits….."
"Tools are missing or sabotage and some were expensive rented ones, what we do..."
"The local community is protesting the acquisition…."
"Some found our houses and has been sending threats…"
"The stakeholders are getting restless, some want to pull their investments….."
"The foreman is missing, we have not been able to reach him for the past 24 hours…"
"The police are here…."
Cael raised a hand, silencing the cacophony. "Calm down. One at a time," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "We'll address each issue systematically. Everyone meet with the receptionist let her set appointments accordingly, I will solve everything."
