"A living totem that can elevate our brand, in China, from an expensive outdoor gear to a top-tier, globally recognized lifestyle!"
"And now, you're here haggling with me over a mere budget of 8 million dollars?!"
Marcus walked back to his seat, his body sinking deeply into the chair, his tone revealing a hint of exhaustion.
"So, don't talk to me about budget anymore, don't talk to me about evaluation. Just execute the orders. If the board decides to fire me because of this, then let it be after the contract officially takes effect."
"I'd rather leave because of this than leave as the sinner in Archaeopteryx's history!"
The entire conference room fell silent. The previously tense atmosphere gradually dissipated with the heavy fatigue felt in Marcus' words.
Marcus closed his eyes, pressing his temples with his fingers forcefully.
A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again. The blue eyes no longer held the previous anger, only an unfathomable fatigue and a hint of apology.
