Tang Zheng took a drag of his cigar, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He exhaled slowly and said, "Zichen, we need to address this supposed feud. It's poisoning the very core of our company. I don't have time to waste on your petty schemes."
Tang Zichen's face tightened at the word "petty." How dare he?
He leaned back in his chair and said with a sly smile, "Feud? President Tang, you misunderstand me. I'm only trying to make this company better, more competitive. Isn't that what we both want?"
Tang Zheng's jaw tightened, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He sneered, "Competitive? Don't make me laugh. Do you even understand the meaning of that word? The only things you've brought to the table so far are a hostile work environment and damage to our reputation. Thanks to you, everyone in partnership with us knows about this so-called feud. You're quite a piece of work."
Tang Zichen responded with a simple "Likewise."
