The Next Move

Greg, Harry, Ethan, and Grace sat in Greg's office, exhaustion etched across their faces. They had just wrapped up a grueling three-hour emergency meeting with the board, and the weight of the situation hung heavily in the air.

"Look, we can still prove that none of this is Cross Tech's fault," Grace asserted, her tone firm.

"I know, Grace, and we will prove it," Greg replied, with a clear sound of frustration. "But that doesn't change the fact that our projects will come to a screeching halt without supplies. If we can't secure them, the employees will have nothing to work on. And I can't keep paying them indefinitely if there's no progress."

Harry exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "This is all my fault. I should have ensured the witness was protected until the company's name was cleared. I never expected it would spiral into this."