"What do you think the President summoned us here for all of a sudden?"
Sakura Haru looked at the three people beside him with a meaningful gaze, speaking casually yet deliberately.
"Who knows? We'll understand when we see him," Fujiwara shrugged nonchalantly, a cigarette in his mouth, pretending to be indifferent.
But everyone present came from prominent families, and the agitation in his eyes didn't escape their notice.
Thinking of their own company's situation, they were in no better state than he was.
Since yesterday, the company had inexplicably faced financial issues, losses were increasing, and they were utterly burned out from dealing with it. The elders in their families were furious.
Upon entering the Presidential Office's lounge, they saw Zorro frowning intensely, staring at the paper in his hand, causing them to exchange puzzled glances.
"Mr. President, they're here," the subordinate respectfully reminded them and then tactfully stepped away.
