An hour later, at Winston Group headquarters.
Upon Frederick and Marguerite arriving at the company, Robert and the numerous PR teams had already brainstormed a multitude of plausible strategies.
Frederick listened to each report, but found none to his satisfaction.
Robert looked troubled, "Frederick, you said this won't work, that won't work. But we're running out of time. The only way to stabilize the customer sentiment is to vehemently deny your loss of smell."
Frederick massaged his furrowed brow, weariness etched on his face. As he pulled a cigarette from the pack, his gaze fell on Marguerite, and he halted.
He exhaled heavily, returning to his usual assertive demeanor.
"Release a statement immediately, acknowledging my loss of smell, and bring all our perfumers to the forefront. The company's growth is due to the collective effort of all our perfumers."
Robert was taken aback, as was Marguerite.
Frederick admitting his loss of smell was akin to validating Garnett's claim at the press conference.
"If the CEO of a perfume company loses his sense of smell, can the fragrances they create satisfy the customers?"
Wouldn't Frederick's admission further incite customer outrage?
Robert was vehement in his disapproval, "No way! This is absolutely unacceptable! Do you have any idea how enraged our customers are about your loss of smell? To quell their anger, your only choice is denial!"
Frederick's expression remained steady. Having proposed this countermeasure, he naturally had his reasons.
Marguerite's attention remained fixed on him, her eyes wide as she tried to discern his thoughts.
Suddenly, it was as though a lightbulb went off in her head.
Strangely, at that moment, she felt a connection with Frederick, understanding his rationale.
Unable to contain her excitement, she unconsciously gripped his hand:
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