Salmah Mohammed Mai Na'am the middle child of Senator Mohammed Mai Na'am and his wife faces hardships and the cruel face of life after the sudden death of her parents and older sister in a plane crash. Leaving her alone with her younger brother to f...
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JUMMA MUBARAK GUYS.
Naseem sat behind the desk in the hidden room inside the conference room. He watched as Yusuf junior looked at the manager speaking.
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"Prices have not raised ever since the funding of vintage group and that will not change. Yusuf said.
But we are loosing out on profits. Will you rather loose money.
Vintage is not losing money rather we are making profits. I refuse to raise profit because others do.
I refuse to sell my products at an unreasonably high price to the people just to get profit. You must all think I am easy because I am not my father.
Listen to me and understand I am way more difficult to deal with than my father and since you brought this up I will go deeper into the matter.
You are suspended from office for the time being and the company will investigate you as we have reasons to believe you have embezzled company funds.
I have been working with vintage since it was founded what absurd things are you saying? You don't make sense.
I have made my decision and that is final. Yusuf said leaving no space for argument. He looked at the GM of vintage petroleum and said you are up next.
He started his presentation and finished after a while. Yusuf looked at the papers in front of him and said since that happened we will raise the price as well.
He stayed silent and thought about it before saying we will start selling at three hundred starting from next week.
That is too low how about four fifty? The GM suggested.
Naseem looked at his son and decided to save him from the tight situation. He grabbed the landline and dialed a number.
The phone in the conference room rang and Yusuf picked it up. Naseem said to him "leave it at three fifty."
He hung up and looked at them "the chairman has decided it will be sold at three fifty."
But all stations sell at four fifty some even tinge thirty. The manager complained.
