The meeting between Max and Tim Heart had gone on longer than either of them expected.
The conversation had swept across every corner of the Fortis Group , from payroll structures to department redundancies , and Max hadn't shied away from laying out his thoughts.
"Right now, this place is bloated," Max said frankly, leaning back in the sleek chair opposite Tim's massive mahogany desk. "You're paying too many people to do too little. It's not just the auxiliary departments. Even your core teams , the guards themselves , are oversaturated.
"If you want the Fortis name to stand for 'the best of the best,' then you need to trim the numbers and sharpen the focus. Keep only the strongest. Build their reputation. Make it so that when someone hears the name Fortis, they know it means excellence , not excess."
Tim had expected harsh words, but they still made him wince.
"And the support staff?" he asked carefully, pen hovering over his notebook.
