Silence dominated the conference room for a very long period of time, before it was finally broken by a man who had a scar on his face.
"Where the heck has the pride of all of you gone to? Don't tell me that you're going to give up in just one week. How do you think people will talk about us, giving up when the competition has just begun?"
After his words, the conference room remained silent once again. Nobody had anything to say about what the man had said for a period of time.
"You know Simon, you have to put that pride of yours aside. Considering the losses that we have suffered during the past one week, I am not ready to continue suffering even more losses. For that reason, I am going to sell my hotel to whoever the owner of the Glaze hotel is." The sharp nosed man stated.
Silence once again dominated the conference room. Everyone began thinking about it, and they themselves began making their own decisions.
