Post by Dollface on Apr 11, 2016 21:59:39 GMT -5
"Thank you all for coming, this won't take long. I have a lot of work for my Icemann Invitational match, you see. Against Q."
The suits around the table shifted, adjusted, fiddled and fidgeted. Like her in every meeting, only this time it was Them.
"I certainly hope you've found a solution to our little problem?" The eldest of the men (not an easy thing to be) sneered up at her as she stood at the head of the gleaming black surface.
"Little problem? Class action lawsuit. Over a hundred and twenty three lives lost on a bad batch of heart medication, tracing back to poor handling and inadequate materials used in manufacturing."
"That's a lot of words. We all know what the problem is, tell us the solution."
"Nova Pharmaceutical must close."
Dead silence. But only for a second.
"But our pensions!" "The company!" "Tenure!" "Funds!"
Mr. Williams, aforementioned elderly old man, scoffs with almost apoplectic flair. "You don't know the first thing about business! This isn't your decision! This committee makes all decisions regarding Nova!"
Kelli leans forward, smiling into his face. "It did when I was under psychiatric care, yes. Since I've been cleared by not only my private physician but three unaffiliated practices - at YOUR insistence, I might add - it's quite time for me to take the reins again."
Silence.
"Gentlemen, it's clear. You can remain with me as Nova Pharmaceutical evolves, or you can find jobs elsewhere. I will be taking this case to court, as well as insisting on a full investigation by the FDA."
More silence accompanied by much paler faces.
Kelli nods to the assembled, a suited Harris seeing her out, leaning over to mutter in her ear as they go through the glassed double doors of the executive conference suite.
"That was short and to the point."
Kelli grins over her shoulder at him. "I've found, Harris, that if you use the right words you don't need near as many of them."
The suits around the table shifted, adjusted, fiddled and fidgeted. Like her in every meeting, only this time it was Them.
"I certainly hope you've found a solution to our little problem?" The eldest of the men (not an easy thing to be) sneered up at her as she stood at the head of the gleaming black surface.
"Little problem? Class action lawsuit. Over a hundred and twenty three lives lost on a bad batch of heart medication, tracing back to poor handling and inadequate materials used in manufacturing."
"That's a lot of words. We all know what the problem is, tell us the solution."
"Nova Pharmaceutical must close."
Dead silence. But only for a second.
"But our pensions!" "The company!" "Tenure!" "Funds!"
Mr. Williams, aforementioned elderly old man, scoffs with almost apoplectic flair. "You don't know the first thing about business! This isn't your decision! This committee makes all decisions regarding Nova!"
Kelli leans forward, smiling into his face. "It did when I was under psychiatric care, yes. Since I've been cleared by not only my private physician but three unaffiliated practices - at YOUR insistence, I might add - it's quite time for me to take the reins again."
Silence.
"Gentlemen, it's clear. You can remain with me as Nova Pharmaceutical evolves, or you can find jobs elsewhere. I will be taking this case to court, as well as insisting on a full investigation by the FDA."
More silence accompanied by much paler faces.
Kelli nods to the assembled, a suited Harris seeing her out, leaning over to mutter in her ear as they go through the glassed double doors of the executive conference suite.
"That was short and to the point."
Kelli grins over her shoulder at him. "I've found, Harris, that if you use the right words you don't need near as many of them."
