CHAPTER 181: PTA

George was extremely overwhelmed by the recent events that had plagued him and his company. His team worked tirelessly like robots to fix it up and also calmed the agitated group of directors who hadn't expected it to escalate that much. "You know, sometimes, I hate this job," Fern, one of the employees, whispered to her colleague on her way to the conference room. "Yeah. All the endless drama and competition can sometimes be tiring." Pallavi had responded, pushing the glass door of the conference room open. The atmosphere in the conference room was tense. The board of directors was all seated around the oval table, and some of the workers had to stand. It was a grueling mission. George had adjusted his tie numerous times, and his eyes darted round the room. "We all know you're capable; that's why you were elected CEO of the company. I know we initially didn't pay close attention when a few projects were snatched away. It's normal in the business world, but now it's getting abnorm