Clayton felt a surge of fear upon hearing the explanation, though he still wasn't entirely convinced that the percentages were truly that catastrophic—enough to bring down the entire company.
Even so, he kept his head down and didn't dare say a word.
As if scolding him wasn't enough, the middle-aged man stepped forward, jabbing a finger at Clayton and his coworkers. Clayton, who was already uncomfortable, now felt his irritation rising.
"Come on, speak up! Who thought this was a good idea?!" the man barked, eyes blazing as he scanned the room.
Clayton opened his mouth to explain, but his boss quickly cut him off.
"My apologies, sir. This was all Clayton's doing. He's still inexperienced, so I hope you'll understand. Besides, everything can still be fixed. Clayton—apologize. Now!"
On the surface, his boss seemed like a kind, middle-aged man, but in truth, he was just trying to save himself by pinning the blame on Clayton.
