“Mr. Sloan!” The head of PR burst through the door, flustered. “The reporters saw this morning’s business journal! They’re demanding an interview with you about the aftermath of the construction accident!”
A vein throbbed on Hackett’s forehead. He was both furious and exasperated. These reporters were like sharks smelling blood. The story had been out for less than an hour, and they were already at their doorstep. They hadn’t even finalized a response plan, so how could he possibly face an interview? A single wrong word on camera would be like throwing gasoline on the fire.
Seeing his father’s hesitation, Josiah suddenly spoke up. “Dad, let me go.”
He picked up the prepared PR statement from the desk. “As the chairman of the company, it’s not appropriate for you to appear right now.”
With the situation so volatile, Hackett could easily use the excuse of being busy managing the crisis to stay out of the spotlight. As the heir apparent and the current General Manager of Sloan Group Headquarters, Josiah had the authority to handle the press.
The idea of not having to face the swarm of ravenous reporters brought a flicker of relief to Hackett's face. He managed to rein in his anger and gave Josiah a few instructions. “Alright, you go. But remember two things. Don’t admit to anything we haven’t confirmed. Stick to two main points: first, the primary responsibility lies with the subsidiary, which concealed the incident from headquarters. Second, emphasize our proactive and sincere attitude in resolving this.”
Josiah nodded. “Don’t worry, Dad. I know what to do.”
…
The moment Josiah reached the lobby, he was mobbed by reporters. Camera flashes went off like a thunderstorm as they surrounded him, shoving microphones in his face.

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