Bab 420: Hunt

At Johnson company headquarters,

The modern office room wasn't just luxurious, it served the needs of a person to work comfortably without stepping out. The glass wall gave a spectacular view of the city covered in snow, decorated for the festival, and newer. 

People were walking on the streets in joy and celebration during their vacation but the Johnson companies seemed to be busier than ever. 

Suddenly the door burst open. Miles Johnson entered the room holding a file in one hand and another hand pulling his collar button to breathe. The three more men in suits followed him as one continued to report.

"The issue at the Symon manufacturing plant should be settled soon. The employees aren't ready to work during the vacation with no bonus. Dragged any longer, the chances of the…"

'Pak,' The speaker started when Miles slapped the file on his glass desk. He fell quiet and silently sighed.