Now it seemed these old conservative fogeys had all slipped their own private agendas into it!
They had agreed to the merger on the surface, but in truth, they were digging a pit for Sega.
They wanted to use Sega's money to plug Bandai's holes, then shut the doors and keep playing emperors in their little kingdom.
Utterly idiotic!
Bandai's stock price was plunging wildly every day, and its cash flow could snap at any moment.
Sega had all the time in the world to drag this out. Bandai could not afford to!
For every extra day this dragged on, Bandai's valuation shrank further, and the shares in Yamashina Makoto's hands would sell for that much less!
To preserve that pitiful scrap of power in their hands, these old diehards did not care whether the company lived or died—nor whether he, the president, lived or died!
"So you thought I went too easy on you last time?" Yamashina Makoto ground his back teeth and forced the words out through clenched jaws.
He snapped the draft shut and looked up at Mitsui Chuta.
"Go. Bring me the head of the Security Department." Yamashina Makoto's voice was cold enough to flake frost. "Also, notify the Human Resources Department. Prepare the second batch of dismissal notices. Everyone involved in drafting these additional clauses—leave none of them behind. Demote them all!"
Mitsui Chuta's heart jolted.
"President, what if such a large move causes panic among the lower-level employees?"
"Panic?" Yamashina Makoto sneered. "The lower-level employees do not care who the boss is. They care whether they can still get paid next month!"
He rose to his feet, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down below.
"Have some lower-level employees who previously worked with Sega spread the word." Without turning around, Yamashina Makoto gave