World Domination
You come out of your first board meeting a little flustered, yet confident. You laid down the law clear and simple, and gave those whining toffs a bucket-load to think about! Everyone knows you mean business now, you think as you retire to your office to go through the figures.
You've barely had time to sit down, when your financial advisor Ron Clark comes steaming into the room. He was absent from the meeting, and has just heard the news. You are sure there is smoke coming out of his nostrils.
"And just WHAT was all that about?' he says, not even trying to seem composed.
"It's time to give the players some incentive to perform', you say firmly, determined not to be intimidated by an inferior.
"The papers will have our necks" he cries in a frenzy, "and I won't be standing up for it to anyone!"
You glance out the window, and almost swear out loud, as you see the horde of reporters and journalists down on the street, crowding the main entrance of the building. Somebody has broken the story already.
Just as you turn to finish things with Mr. Clark, your intercom rings and you pick it up. It is your secretary, Sharon.
"Mr. Merlock, there's an angry mob outside wanting to talk to you. What should I tell them?"
"Just hold the line a second Sharon, and I'll discuss things with Ron", you reply, and you put the phone down. You have to think fast.
You've barely had time to sit down, when your financial advisor Ron Clark comes steaming into the room. He was absent from the meeting, and has just heard the news. You are sure there is smoke coming out of his nostrils.
"And just WHAT was all that about?' he says, not even trying to seem composed.
"It's time to give the players some incentive to perform', you say firmly, determined not to be intimidated by an inferior.
"The papers will have our necks" he cries in a frenzy, "and I won't be standing up for it to anyone!"
You glance out the window, and almost swear out loud, as you see the horde of reporters and journalists down on the street, crowding the main entrance of the building. Somebody has broken the story already.
Just as you turn to finish things with Mr. Clark, your intercom rings and you pick it up. It is your secretary, Sharon.
"Mr. Merlock, there's an angry mob outside wanting to talk to you. What should I tell them?"
"Just hold the line a second Sharon, and I'll discuss things with Ron", you reply, and you put the phone down. You have to think fast.