"Yo la zant branch withdrawn? The universe around there seems to be a wind force zone, and I don't know what else to do...... Nonetheless, all the news these days is that this is a wind-wind color. Is there anything else?
Ortega Niven, president of Gigantech, the largest company in the Galactic Empire, swept back to her soft chair in her headquarters office and looked free to read the internal newspaper on her mobile device.
"We're going to have as many problems as we can with lowering the level of information, Mr. Ortega. We'll have it if you need it.
His secretary, holding back behind Ortega, said in a slightly teasing tone. Plus Ortega shaking "stop" or something.
"I'll leave that to the field, below the assistant manager. Instead, most cases below level 3 will not be the kind of projects we need to put our hands on directly. As a kind man, you don't act like you're taking away another company's job."
When Ortega gave it back to her secretary, she began to read the rest of the internal newspaper again. Only those whose importance of the information determined by internal provisions exceeded level 4 were sorted, which most headings were filled with threats by Wynd.
"But I say that, but I remember that the content of the talks we are scheduled for today is a Level 3 project. Is there a reason?
"Hmm? Oh, that one. That's the Takasaki lady. Takasaki itself is a small company in the universe in terms of alpha, but you can't possibly ignore nobility. It is troublesome to be admired by the great men of the Empire. It's the Count, isn't it? Count."
"Really...... but I'm sure the companies that declined the loan last month were also grossly bloodthirsty. So did the software developers last week."
"Um, don't you ever forget stuff? I thought you said you were an instant memory guy or something.
"It won't be unusual. Would you like an oblivious secretary or something?
"Haha, I'm just sorry about that."
Ortega chuckled lightly at the secretary, "There you go," he threw a single chip at her. As he waited a long time for her to read the contents of the chip, he switched his expression to something serious.
"I have an Imperial Navy colonel's sister on the management team, who also owns shares in the company. Takasaki's blood muscles go hand in hand, for more reason than that?
"No.................. enough. But you're a company with a pretty interesting background. Interestingly enough, it's expanding with a lot of clapping."
"Right? I don't think there's anything to look at. He should sign his retirement papers right now. I don't want it in our house. What better way to treat him than that? Can I treat the Count's daughter like a Viscount? Our section chief can treat you like a baron, right?
"Yeah, that's what happens when it's policy. There's no Navy Colonel here today, is there?
"I'm not coming. I politely declined. I can't handle a colonel. The sarge was supposed to treat him like an earl, and I'm pretty sure he's my sister... and, uh, I can't stand it anymore."
Ortega looked bitter and scratched her head as she rubbed the electromagnetic sheet strapped to the back of her hand with her fingers. It immediately floated the current time, indicating that it was no longer time for a visit.
"Really, it's time to go. Looks like he's already here."
When Ortega said so and stood up, she walked out toward the conference room, checking with BISHOP the footage sent from the surveillance camera.
"Um, I see. That's tough."
Towards Sakura, the representative of Rising Sun and his entourage, the visitor, Ortega said when he heard the light of the situation in which they were currently placed.
"So I want to help your company, but I'm embarrassed, and I don't even know if that's possible before the negotiations."
Taro said, looking somewhat frightened. "No, no, no," Ortega waved with a bright look, pointing to a paperwork made of paper that was now less used.
"If that were true, it would be a good excuse for us to exercise our strengths."
Tailang listens to Ortega's words and brightens his expression. But soon, he replaced it with a troubled expression. Looking at it, Ortega rated it as not a bad reaction. He immediately realized that it was not a reason enough to be an excuse.
"I don't think there was a rush or anything with us and your company, so I'm going to go straight in. This is our prepared card, can you take a look at it?
That's what Rising Sun Representative Taro says and offers me a chip. Ortega honestly received the chip when he took control of his secretary trying to receive it according to safety regulations. I didn't think I could risk harm from them in the present situation.
".................. ho, this is interesting. Is it a tactical device for versus Wynd?"
Ortega read the device's description of predicting Waind's behavior, which was in the chip, and exhaled admirably on the surface for now. The sale of this hand apparatus was all the time, and most of it was nothing but a fig, but still not all a useless and useless substitute. If there is even a hit from time to time, it was enough reason to show all the opponents an interest and an interest.
"We demonstrate to our current wine opponents that we are effective enough. If necessary, we can submit empirical data in any form."
Taro made it clear. "I see," Ortega gaveled at it, upwardly modifying his level of interest in his brain by one. If we were to be clear so far, at least the line of unfounded falsehood seemed to be erasable.
"Alpha is active in the universe. It will be much more peaceful than it is around Yo La Zant, but it will be enough to make empirical data. Can I have one, by the way?
"Yes, what is it"
"Why haven't you mass-produced this? If we had mass-produced it from the time it was created, we would have built enormous wealth by now. One or two of the fleets should have been able to produce more. Why did you spare me?
"It's..."
Taro to clog the words. After showing him a slightly troubled sleigh, he began to speak his own thoughts.
"I see. Is it the relationship between virus and resistant bacteria... that's an easy analogy"
That's what Ortega answered when she heard Taro explain. He felt nagging on the inside, but it seemed worth looking into and seeing. When the Imperial Army's Intelligence Department actually makes limited production sales as they stand, as Taro put it, it doesn't seem like a very negligible matter.
(This guy might do a little)
The concern that unlimited device use for Wynd might create a new model, if you ask me, seemed to be supported by the fact that the destination was Gigantec. If someone comes out with a device that stops working one day, you just have to tap it thoroughly before it's born. Taro hadn't talked that far yet, but Ortega expected that if he was the biggest company in the galaxy, he would think he could produce the largest amount of equipment in the short term.
"I really don't mind. I'll let the military get confirmation later, okay?
Ortega tightens her expression just a little and raises one eyebrow. And Taro answered without saying yes.
"Yeah, but I'm in the intelligence department, so it might be difficult to access. Would you like to introduce me?
"No, I don't mind around that. I don't know which department, but there's nothing we can't do about it. We're getting along with the military."
Ortega answered that extremely calmly, but inside she felt her expectations swell. Of course I was really going to get confirmation later, but I just thought it would be true if I didn't move this far.
He read the skipped tactical device specifications again in BISHOP and came to suppress himself, which seemed to be a small leap. Even if we looked at the written performance as 80%, it was a tremendous substitute to the extent that similar products in the world looked like toys.
I've been in the section chief position for almost ten years now, and perhaps my limitations are there. For him, I was beginning to think, this just seemed like a hell of a chance. It really didn't matter what kind of power struggle was taking place in the small, far country of the outer space, but when this happened, the story would be different.
The letter General Manager glistened in front of him, and Ortega coughed it up once and for all to shake it off.
"Um, excuse me. You can consider the project to be of great interest to us as well. I promise in Niven's name. Just..."
Ortega felt herself sinking again as she vacated once.
"Whatever it is, you need to prove the relationship between this inhumane facility and the Mercenaries. When it comes to moving our security department, we absolutely need it. If the story is true, you won't be able to stop the Mercenaries from moving, no matter how much money they have. Or in the form of evacuation after protection of all inhumane facilities? Maybe we can do it for all residents of the RS Alliance. Hundreds of millions, right?
"Yeah!? Oh, no, yes. The number of people is, but I still don't know how much this facility is. And with all that, we need to secure control of this universe... and I think it's difficult to temperamentally forcibly migrate residents."
"I see. Then what do you mean you'll re-invade later? In that case, the evidence will be destroyed, but you will be able to accumulate as much power as you can take back without our help in the sale of the device."
"Uh, then... no, I knew you couldn't. Geographical factors make it impossible to hold down the Alpha system and the Zayed Corridor. When you lead the Stargate Pioneering Regiment to restore the route, it'll probably take decades, won't it? Then the doctor will die of life expectancy."
"Hmm... then again, we'll have to move the security department. Evidence of evil is absolutely necessary for this. I'm not talking about this because it's ours, but I think it's the same response wherever you bring it to the company. It would have been easier if they weren't big companies in the center."
Ortega looked up with a sinister face and wondered if there was anything she could do as it stood.
"In the meantime, take our loan with the device as collateral. If you are a modular standard ship, you will be able to align one fleet. And don't hesitate to keep saying if you need anything to discover the evidence. I'll help you if I can."
Ortega said so and stood up, offering his hand toward Taro. Taro squeezed it with both hands and said, "Thank you!" He bowed his head deeply.