42 What Did I Tell You?

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~In City Z~

In the last floor of a forty storey building, a man in his late forties sat elegantly in black three piece suit at the head of a long table in a meeting room.

He had a scanty shade of gray on his chocolate brown hair, his face was void of any wrinkles that could speak of his age. But he had a stern emotionless expression.

Twelve other men were seated around the table, each having their head hung low. The meeting room was deadly quiet and cold until the man spoke.

"I gave you... two weeks. Two long weeks to fix the problem with the machine. Yet, I have not been presented with success. We've been out of production for two weeks," his voice thundered against the room, startling the fully grown men.

"Mr Yi, we apologize for–"