Bankruptcy at the Press
The doors to the hall open. Beautiful, lush, green trees are visible from the windows, vases, filled to the brim with flowers and water fill the front desk. Though, there is no one sitting at the front desk.
Behind the desk, there is a little window showing another room. A person, this time, is seated at a desk in the middle of the room. A small sign states engraved, “ACCOUNTANT.” The presumed accountant sitting at the desk appears to be nervous. He nervously looks at the Excel Sheet in front of him. Numbers flooding each and every individual cell on the sheet. Years and years of information all stored on one file. As he scrolls through the file, the numbers begin to enter the negative values, worrying him ever further.
He presses a button on his desk and a small voice answers him:
“Yes?”
“Hi, it’s Bernard Sajor. Can you tell Mr. Daman to come to my office? It’s important, and I believe he’ll like to see this.”
“He is currently in a meeting. I’ll let him know that you found something for he.”
“Do you know when he’ll be done?”
She sighs, “I’ll let you know. Goodbye.”
He sits back in his seat, contemplating about how the numbers have gotten so low.
His intercom rings, “Mr. Sajor, I have contacted Mr. Daman after his meeting, and he is going to your office now.”
“Thank you, Ms. Tijon.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Sajor.”
The door bursts open, causing the accountant to jump out of his seat.
“Bernard, what did you want to show me? You said it was important.”
“It was- is- important! It’s about the money that we gain from our subscribers.”
“So, we have subscribers, we have money. What’s the issue?”
“We don’t have subscribers.”
“What?”
“I don’t mean that we never subscribers! I mean-”
“I get it. What do you mean by not having subscribers? Did they quit or are they not paying?”
“Well, look for yourself.”
Bernard moves away from the screen, allowing Sergio Daman to see the red glaring numbers that previous had Bernard worried.
“As you can see here, Sir,“′ Bernard points out an orange cell, “this is when it started. A few months ago. And-”
“It’s only gotten worse.”
Sergio stands back, annoyed and worried about the future of the newspaper hall.
“See, Sir, I was wondering- Sir?”
Sergio slipped away before Bernard could notice, leaving him with all the words he had yet to say.
Bernard attempts to his office, to sit alone and think up his next strategy, only to be interrupted on his way to his cubicle.
“What did Bernard Sajor want?”
“We’re losing money. We’re near being bankrupt.”
“What?! When did this happen?”
“What does it matter, Charlene?! We’re nearly bankrupt!”
“Well, fine! What do you want us to do?!”
“I was thinking about that, do you have any idea?”
“We could call a meeting and-”
“Perfect, you’re in charge,” he states as he takes his leave and disappears into his cubicle.
“Sir-! Great, just fantastic!”
Charlene announces an immediate meeting, as she stands and rushes to the meeting room, one that appears to not have been used in months.
“Once again, fantastic,” she groans to herself as she prepares the room for the impromptu meeting.
