CHAPTER 511: STAFFS TRAINING

George stormed into the office; his frustration barely contained. The sight before him only fueled his ire. Desks were cluttered with half-finished reports, coffee cups, and the remnants of hurried lunches. Some staff members were blatantly asleep at their desks, others were engaged in animated gossip, and a few were visibly struggling under the mounting pressure of their tasks. George, dressed in a crisp navy suit with a maroon tie, his dark hair neatly combed, clapped his hands loudly. "Alright, everyone, gather around!" His sharp and authoritative voice cut through the office's din. Startled, the staff scrambled to attention, some hastily closing gossip websites on their computers, others wiping drool from their mouths as they woke up. George's blue eyes scanned the room, noting the varying degrees of guilt on their faces. "Look," he began, trying to keep his voice steady, "I've noticed a significant drop in productivity lately, and frankly, it's unacceptable." Megan, a young wo