The transmigrated villain has a plan

CHAPTER XXXII

DESERTERS: ANTI-PATRIOTIC BUSINESSES THAT LEFT THE COUNTRY

Many companies expanded their horizons and gained the global public. But some businesses left the country and took everything with them. No longer generating jobs or capital to our country, even though their owners are still nationals. What to say about them? Making the country weaker and taking away our opportunities, what should we call them?

Two great examples are the company Ant., that moved to Bjuldr four years ago, and now GYE, a giant in the entertainment world, that just announced it is also moving to the same country. And, surprise, surprise, the owners are in fact brothers. Rich brothers that moved their companies to another country, it's a little suspicious. Who could say that they don't have another reason, something not so much correct, to do this? After all, for someone who betrays their own country, what else can't they do?

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The article went on like that. It was written - poorly and aggressively - by a columnist and radialist vinculated to the Patriotic Party as they called themselves. An ultra-right party that defended alpha supremacy, the inferiority of omegas, along with many laws that fit with their moralist view of life.

"Don't do anything. He's not worthy of your time", Dev said, when he saw the article.

"I know. I won't". Thi answered, but he was trembling in anger.

"Think that we have more important things to care about", He said touching his belly. He just entered the last trimester, and things were hard. His back aching, his feet swollen, the terrible nights of sleep, the kids moving a lot, the mood changes.

"I know", he touched his belly too.

"Promise me you won't do anything".

"I won't, I promise. Although he really deserves it".

"He does. But, for now, you stay put. Okay?"

"Okay", he laughed and kissed him lightly. "Hubby".

"God, that word", Dev kissed him back, deeply.

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Back at Ant. the next day, Thi had pretty much forgotten the article. There was lots of work to do before he could transfer his load to his second in command during maternity leave. And that morning Collin gave him a family portrait he did. He cried so much when he got it. And now the drawing was on his desk and every time he looked at it he felt like crying again. He should have left it at home.

"Are you alright?", Nate asked.

"Yeah, it's just the mood changes". He laughed drying his eyes. "I get too sentimental over anything".

"Ahhh... I remember. You really were like this last time. You cried because your favorite pen dried".

"I really did", he laughed. "I was a mess".

"It was a little funny to watch".

"I can imagine. I cried the other day because I couldn't see my feet. A grown man crying because of that", he laughed again. "But back to work. What do we have?"

Nate looked through the list of things in his tablet and the warm smile on his face became a frown.

"You're not gonna like this. Some people were convinced by that shitty article, and they are calling for a boycott. Should we do anything?"

Thierry was seeing red, but he took some deep breaths and calmed down.

"We won't do anything for now. I'll tell Émile not to do anything either. We'll stay on stand-by watching what they do next. They can just give up. We are the leader in most markets, and the only one with many technologies. Even if they want to, they can't run away from us".