Chapter 509
Chapter 509 Confrontation (Part Two) An urgent alarm pierced the stillness of the detention center. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
Accompanied by the hurried footsteps of the supervisor, who, upon opening the door, discovered Katie in a pool of blood.
The supervisor screamed for medical assistance, "The pregnant woman in 202... She's slit her wrists. We need an ambulance now!" The supervisor attempted to stem the bleeding with basic first aid, but the blood flowed copiously from deep cuts.
Soon, paramedics arrived, placing Katie on a stretcher and rushing her to an ambulance as its sirens blared As the ambulance departed, Katie's
tightly clenched fist relaxed, her lips curling into a faint, triumphant smile.
By the time Raegan heard the news, it was already noon the next day.
However, overwhelmed with issues at the studio, she could scarcely spare a thought for the situation.
The entire supply chain, from sourcing raw materials to the production lines, had collapsed, leading to significant delays in fulfilling a large batch of orders.
To compound the issue, finished products stored overnight in the company's warehouse were irreparably damaged by two petty thieves who broke in.
Faced with numerous urgent requests, Raegan quickly established a joint
after-sales service team to handle refunds with customers.
However, refunds alone couldn't resolve all problems. Some clients required custom items for imminent events and could not endure a wait for new production. Even offering double the original compensation failed to placate some of them.
Left with no other options, Raegan, alongside her senior management team including Elin from the executive group, committed to meeting each affected customer personally. They apologized and proposed increased compensation, demonstrating the studio's dedication to making amends.
Raegan decided to triple the compensation, which escalated a hundred million dollar order to a three hundred million dollar liability.
Initial assessments valued the destroyed orders at 2.6 billion dollars, leading to an expected payout of 7.2 billion in compensation.
Considering Crescent had amassed a total gross profit of only 2 billion dollars since its founding, bridging this financial gap seemed insurmountable.
The police had apprehended the petty thieves responsible, but they were too impoverished to pay restitution and chose incarceration over payment.
Raegan realized early on that these thieves were merely pawns. The true architects were Alexis and his associates, who, having seen their plans thwarted, were not about to let her escape their vengeance lightly.
Erick, incensed, tried to transfer all available funds from his business to
assist Raegan.
However, Raegan declined, unwilling to jeopardize Erick's company. With no alternatives, she decided to tap into the money her mother had left her.
Later that day, Raegan had been waiting for nearly three hours outside a media company. In the scorching summer heat, it became clear that the delay by the person Raegan was meant to meet was intentional.
Despite the deliberate inconvenience, Raegan maintained her composure.
She couldn't let the reputation of Crescent suffer any damage.
After a lengthy wait under the sun, the manager finally made her way over at a leisurely pace, coffee in hand.
"Hello..." Raegan began, but before she could finish, the entire cup of coffee
drenched her head and face. it was clearly intentional.
This woman, a close friend of Katie's, had been instructed by the Glyn family to complicate matters for Raegan.
Feigning shock, the woman exclaimed, "Oh, Miss Foster, I am so terribly sorry! I didn't see you there..." Raegan didn't buy her act. This woman was addressing her. How could she not see her? Casually wiping the coffee from her face, Raegan handed over a document, calmly saying, "Miss Beckett, please sign this compensation agreement.” Miss Beckett skimmed it with evident disinterest and responded with a frown, "Miss Foster, this lacks sincerity.
I needed those items by next week, and now you're telling me they're
destroyed and you can only compensate threefold? That's insufficient..." Raegan had faced challenging clients before. She responded earnestly, "Miss Beckett, we have two options: compensation or providing a substitute. Vserand is also an internationally renowned brand. We can procure ready-made items from them for your immediate needs." Vserand was, indeed, a highly respected brand, significantly more established than Crescent.
However, Miss Beckett, intent on being difficult, shook her head dismissively.
"Miss Foster, that's a nice gesture, but we've already made official announcements." Miss Beckett showed Raegan a photo of
the concept that had been officially announced.
Raegan, observant, noticed that the announcement was made at noon. She furrowed her brow. "Miss Beckett, we called your office at nine this morning to inform you of the entire situation.
Knowing this, why did you proceed with the noon announcement?" Miss Beckett's expression faltered before she regained her composure. Al wasn't aware of that. The call must not have been for me..." Her evasion was apparent.
The conversation grew more heated as Miss Beckett's demeanor turned increasingly unreasonable. "What's wrong with you!" she snapped. "This is clearly your fault, and yet here you stand, not even kneeling to apologize,
and you dare to debate with me! Is this the standard for Crescent?" "My approach has been appropriate,” Raegan replied with calm. "So, Miss Beckett, how would you like us to resolve this? Please propose a solution, and I will consider it..." Before Raegan could finish, Miss Beckett cut her off sharply, "Didn't I just tell you? Kneel!" Flipping her hair, Miss Beckett smirked triumphantly. "Then I'll see how I feel." Raegan maintained her gaze steadily.
"Miss Beckett, must you make this so difficult for me?" "When have I made things difficult for you?" Miss Beckett widened her eyes and whispered, almost inaudibly, "It's your own fault for antagonizing the Glyn family."
Raegan heard every word distinctly.
Without another comment, she gathered the documents and said, "Then, excuse me, Miss Beckett." As Raegan turned to leave, Miss Beckett called out in a panic, "Hey! What the hell are you talking about? Where do you think you're going?" Raegan paused and turned back. "Isn't it clear our discussion is going nowhere?" Miss Beckett rolled her eyes. "When did I say we couldn't talk? You just lack sincerity..." with her hand in her pocket and despite the coffee stain, Raegan stood resolute, showing no sign of yielding.
"My sincerity is evident. Miss Beckett, I see your intent of being difficult quite clearly."
"You really have no patience," Miss Beckett retorted. "Fine, let's not talk then. I'll just tweet right now and tell everyone how unreliable Crescent is!" Raegan watched Miss Beckett turn and responded coolly, "Miss Beckett, are you sure you want to make the wrong decision now?" Miss Beckett paused, looking puzzled.
"What do you mean?" Raegan smiled slightly. "Do you truly believe the Glyn family will withstand this fallout?"