Mitsui Chuta let out a disdainful sneer in his heart.
Bandai's cash flow had already reached the brink of collapse. Although the news that Sotsu had been acquired by Sega had not yet been officially released, it had long been spreading like wildfire throughout the industry.
Panic had already gripped Bandai from within. Even the rank-and-file employees had lost the will to work, whispering to one another in the smoking room every day, worrying whether next month's salaries would be paid on time. Some had even begun secretly sending their resumes to headhunters.
He intended to wait another two weeks.
Wait until the distributors in North America began seriously demanding repayment, until the cash on Bandai's books was completely drained and they were driven into a corner.
Then he would join forces with the other three directors he had long since bought off, launch an attack at the board meeting, and force Yamashina Makoto to resign in disgrace.
This was not yet the best time. He still had to let the bullets fly a little longer.
The conference room was so silent that a pin dropping could be heard.
Several old conservative directors lowered their heads, putting on a show of studying the mahogany grain of the table as though the code to Bandai's revival were written there.
Just then, Yamashina Makoto suddenly moved.
He picked up a thick document at hand and slammed it heavily into the center of the table with a bang.
The abrupt crash was especially jarring in the silent conference room. Several old directors who had been lost in thought jumped in fright and raised their heads to stare at him in shock.
"We can't dawdle any longer." Yamashina Makoto braced both hands against the edge of the table, leaning so far forward that he