Chad picked up the phone. "Hello."
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Chad glanced at the caller identification and responded in a cold tone, "You need anything?"
"Careful with your tone, or we might not be selling you the drones," Mike threatened.
Chad scowled and retorted, "Get over yourselves! Who wants your drones?"
Mike paused for a moment. "Your boss, of course! We received an order from your purchasing department, or is it a scam?"
Chad took a deep breath. "So you are saying that my boss instructed the purchasing department to put in an order for drones?"
"Yeah! Didn't you know? Haha, and here I thought your boss trusted and confided in you. Looks like you aren't worth that much," Mike said sarcastically, before hanging up.
Provoked, Chad immediately went to verify the matter with Elliot.
Elliot looked up from the computer screen and said," We always distribute gifts to our employees every Autumn Festival, and for this year, it is going to be drones. Do you have a problem with it?"
Chad was defeated, and he shook his head frantically. "No! I'm just a bit surprised."
"It was decided last night," Elliot continued casually," Though I'm no longer in contact with Avery, the products her company produces aren't bad."
He would never forget how he had been chased by the drone, and how he had gotten drenched when he had gone to her house a few days ago.
Technology advanced with the passing of time, so he thought of sharing the products with his employees as well.
"Oh... Mike called me just now and I wasn't all that polite... I'm not sure if that's going to affect the order," Chad said in frustration. "I should go call him back."
Half an hour later, Chad and the manager of the purchasing department headed directly to Tate Industries for further discussion.
Avery and Mike welcomed them into the meeting room.
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