Hackett forced down his anger and addressed the crowd. “My friends, we will get to the bottom of this. If the Sloan Group is responsible, we will not shirk our duty!” He paused, calculating his next move. “For now, please, calm down. Register your names at the front desk. Once we’ve investigated and verified everything, you will be compensated.” The most important thing now was to defuse the situation. As for Cedric Watson… he could run, but he couldn’t hide.
The workers, hearing the promise of money, began to settle down. “Will he really pay us?” one asked, skeptical.
“Is this just another trick?”
Hackett raised his voice. “I, Hackett Sloan, am a man of my word! Please form an orderly line to register. As long as your claims are legitimate, I promise the compensation will be in your hands within two weeks!” He then added a warning, “However, if we find that you were put up to this by someone with an agenda to frame the Sloan Group… we will not hesitate to use the full force of the law. Have I made myself clear?”
After a long morning of shouting, the crowd’s energy had waned. A few inconspicuous men in the crowd exchanged subtle, knowing glances and nodded. A moment later, Hackett saw the man at the front lower his wooden club. A collective sigh of relief went through the Sloan Group staff.
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