Vera could understand his position. For years, Landon Ellison's company had been losing money, but now things were different. With so much money practically falling into his lap, who could be expected to resist?
So, it was only natural for him to become swept up in it all. At least it made sense, and he was willing to make adjustments.
"Vera, I think you're our good-luck charm, sent by heaven to save us. I'm so grateful for everything you've done."
"I'm happy working here, so it's mutually beneficial for everyone. There's no need for such formalities. However, President Ellison, you must personally oversee the first batch of orders. We need to ship them out ahead of schedule."
"Okay, you have my word. I'll get it done."
Even though Landon Ellison was the president, he now willingly followed Vera's lead. It wasn't just him; almost everyone else in the company would consult Vera first before doing anything.
