So, the workers hadn’t been lying. As for why a problem at a subsidiary had blown up at headquarters, it was because after the accident, Cedric Watson had put on a show of comforting the workers while secretly planning his escape. Over the past week, he had quietly transferred a significant amount of assets. Last night, he’d bought a plane ticket and was likely already out of the country with his entire family.
As Josiah laid out the facts, Hackett’s face grew darker and darker. He ground his teeth in a fury, struggling to contain his rage. “That ungrateful bastard!”
“We’re already on it,” Josiah said with a nod.
Hackett stared at Cedric Watson’s photo in the report, a heavy feeling settling in his chest. He had personally promoted Watson, who had been with him for over a decade. While he was a bit of a sycophant, Hackett never imagined he would be betrayed like this. His first instinct was that a business rival had bought Watson off, but he couldn't think of anyone who would go to such lengths to target the Sloan Group.
The company’s financial situation was already strained. Now that the incident was confirmed to be their responsibility, the compensation was unavoidable. If those workers protested a second time, his company would be finished. The social disruption alone would be a disaster.
The thought of the massive payout gave Hackett a headache. He was beyond furious with Cedric Watson for putting them in this position. But what did it matter if he had fled the country? Hackett slammed the report shut with a cold sneer. “That dog Cedric Watson can run to the ends of the earth, but I’ll still have him caught!” Watson had created a crisis of confidence for the Sloan Group and left him with this colossal mess. Hackett would never let him get away with it. He would hunt him down, no matter where he went, and make him pay.
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