𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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"Can anybody say why the fuck is our PR team working like we don't pay them enough?"
Everyone flinches at his tone. I stare at him trying to understand what he's talking about.
"S-sir, is there any problem?" Asks our team leader Sridar.
"A problem?" He asks incredulously. "My problem is that why is our Public Relations has gone so weak? Last weak there was an internal news leak about our company." His jaw feathers a nerve.
Yes. It was true. Pradeep & Sridar failed to control the damage until Vihaan had to go see the issue in the middle of the night.
I am responsible for the advertisement sector so this type of crisis management does not fall into my category but that doesn't mean we all are not responsible for this as a team.
"This is not the first time. Last time it was the news of my family luncheon that got leaked to the press. I myself don't trust the management these days how will our clients have confidence in our facilities?" He asks coldly remembering our family encounter at the restaurant.
I don't know this ruthless, cold boss at all. The Vihaan I know is always gentle with me. This man standing infront of me is the man who the world sees.
"Sir we're trying to salvage the lbut I think there's a snitch in our own company. Without finding who's tipping the press from inside we can't manage the crisis all together." He says his voice low when Vihaan directs his cold glare.
"Next time when I encounter these type of issues, I am firing the whole crisis management team. Because I don't want incompetent fools working under me." He states calmly.
But we all know that his calmness is a facade. If someone says another word he'll slay them with his cutting remarks. That is how he has projected himself to build his empire.
"Understood?" He asks.
We all mumble "yes sir" uniformly.
"I am going to find whoever is tipping off the press and make their life a living hell. They'll be blacklisted from the whole industry. I hope that you all are ready for that." He says to the room and catches my eye.
