World Domination

"The media can't burn us if we don't give them fuel for their fire", you tell your advisor confidently. You pick up the phone again.

"Sharon, tell the mob outside that the VFL does not wish to comment any further on the matter." A set move in the game of public relations, you chuckle to yourself. Works like a charm.

"No worries, Mr. Merlock. I'll pass on your message immediately".

She hangs up, and you turn to your financial advisor, Ron Clark.

"Now listen Ron. Don't come crying the raw prawn with me! * Someone here has to make the hard decisions. Your job is to use these extra funds for further development." You dismiss your advisor, feeling chuffed at your expert handling of the matter.

Over the next few days, however, several players quit in protest. The resignations are sprayed across the media, and several well-respected journalists and players are baying for blood ... more specifically, your blood.

Your position is beginning to look somewhat shaky. Should you ...

* Australian slang: means "Don't cry over spilt milk"