Tales from the Former Universe

26. Pending Decisions

Having been in the meeting room, Hwillfyrd was ready to pull and commit one of his most determined pursuits, along with Totevia standing between them.

"Processing, these identify as," the insurance officer read.

"Correct, all documents, I have proven and submitted by my secretary," Hwillfyrd showed.

"And observing from the damages, it was indeed rusty," the officer said. "Could you explain how it happened?"

"Certainly, of course, pending confirmation," Hwillfyrd responded. "Certainly: You see, before yeast is integrated into the dough, yeast needs to rejuvenate in the yeast rehydration chamber. Nevertheless, this chamber faced excess power," he explained. "My finest employees believed these excess powers are the cause of the damage."

"And Yeastyotic doesn't claim responsibility, but the department?" the officer confirmed.

"Yes. In the documents, necessary power requirements, inspected or clarified by our departments, not at all were.," Hwillfyrd said. "Totevia, give them the inspection paper."

The officer read the inspection paper.

"Solutions in yeast, we only intend. Do not mistake us if some standards aren't defined nonetheless," Hwillfyrd said.

"I see, must be a submission error," the officer said. "If you'd agree to these terms and sign please."

Hwillfyrd read the agreements. "Very well, damages, we too will sustain on our behalf."

"And to your agreement," the officer shook hands, "The Gismo-Grey Insurance Corp accepts your insurance claim and will cover Yeastyotic of MGD $50000 in processing," he said. "May we from Gizmo-Grey wish your business' continuity. Gratitude, we are, for your business to choose us."

After the officer left, Hwillfyrd immediately approached Totevia on the office grounds: "Ladies & Gentlemen, WE GOT OUR MONEY!"

Tankards raised high, they toasted to their cunning triumph over the insurance, recounting their daring deeds with exaggerated gestures. Amidst the jovial banter and hearty feasting, they reveled in the sweet taste of victory, their bond forged stronger by shared adventure and the thrill of outsmarting their adversary.

"And I have an announcement for you, boss," the manager said.

"Hey, not me!" Hwillfyrd paused, "for all of us."

"I mean, all of us," the manager corrected himself. "Our BEP is now at MGD $2000/12 units from MGD $30000/100 units!"

Again, tankards raised high, of new projections, and new raises of improvement.

"Utterly insane, this is boss, how did you do it?" an employee asked.

"What my foot kept telling me to pursue, not just the yeast, but the brand," Hwillfyrd said. "See the officer's face, if only you could, not just the damages it is, they knew our brand means business.."

"A toast," the manager finally opened the champagne that was held long in the fridge. "To a great future."

"To a great future," Hwillfyrd said.

"To a great future!" they all said.

Looking at Totevia's virtuous gleam, Hwillfyrd leveraged the company: "We've come this far in the food chain. Early leave, I'd bless all of you for today."

"Wait, boss, you mean it?" the manager asked.

"What do we have to lose? We have no incoming calls, do we?"

"No, we don't,"

"Certainly," Hwillfyrd said. "Return home, you all may," he allowed. "But of course," he halted, "turn the machines, we won't cover them next time," he joked and everyone laughed.