"Cancel all incoming raw material shipments!" Ethan shouted over his phone, his tone sharpened and loud. "I don't care what deals we made—I don't want a single extra shipment entering this facility!"
Then he turned to the production team.
"Shut down all machinery. Right now."
The factory went silent.
The constant hum of production disappeared, leaving only a thick, suffocating tension in the air.
The workers exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what had just happened.
And then… A loud, booming voice echoed across the factory floor.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Ethan turned just in time to see Harold Winters, one of the company's biggest investors, storming toward him.
The man's expression was a mix of frustration and disbelief as he took in the halted production lines and confused workers.
He stopped in front of Ethan, his eyes burning with anger.
"Ethan, what the hell are you doing?! We're supposed to be ramping up production, not shutting it down!"
