“Directors and board members,” Vincent Cross began, “You have hired me to do a job and are paying my quite well to do it. I appreciate the fact that the majority of you selected me for it. What that tells me is that most of you trust me to do everything in my power to fulfill my obligations to you and this company.”
He was speaking to sixteen men and women sitting around a long table inside of a sparse boardroom. All of them were immaculately dressed and looked accustomed to being so. Each had an air of nobility or aristocracy. They were the leaders of CORE Industries. Men and women with enormous responsibility, power and authority, not only within Hyperion, but throughout the solar system. The careers and lives of hundreds of thousands of people were theirs to control.
The assembly was not used to being lectured by one of their own.
“However, it is apparent that a minority of you did not want me to come here and correct the problems I’ve been pulled here to fix. It is my guess that those of you who I’m addressing feel that those problems don’t exist, they will eventually smooth themselves out, they will disappear, are not of great concern to the bottom line of this company, or,” Vince narrowed his eyes and slowly scanned the room, “those problems arise from actions that you’ve taken and you don’t want the others to know what was done.”
Several people shifted in their seats and looked around at the others, either of guilt or shock. Vincent Cross‘s specs analyzed each man and woman’s heart beat, respiration, perspiration and body language. He filed that information in his personal datasphere for analysis at a later time.
“I’m referring to my lack of access to our intelligence datasphere. Ladies and gentlemen, without that information, you’re paying a man a large amount of money to do nothing. If that is the case, then you have brought me here by mistake. I get results, I fix problems and I don’t give a damn who I have to bury to do it. This corporation is your concern. No one else’s. Without the excessive profit margin of this company, none of us would be able to live as we do. Some of you would not be able to live at all. Now, I am not asking any of you to grant me access to the intelligence datasphere," he paused, "I’m telling you that with or without that information, I will accomplish all of the things you set me loose upon this city to do. I will find faults, I will hunt down responsible parties, and I will ensure that this company’s existence does not continue to be in jeopardy. But, you will save yourselves a great deal of money if you give me the access to the information that I am requesting.”
Vincent Cross stood up to his full height and looked to several high members of the directorship, “You’ll also be fulfilling the conditions of my being here as your contract was written.”
Vince turned toward the door, “Good day, ladies and gentlemen.”
The door closed behind him, leaving the directorship and the board in shocked silence. Mr. Cross walked down a long hallway with a powerful stride that made people move out of his way. He activated a file in his specs that had been downloaded from a rough looking courier. The information that was in the file framed Mr. Klein and several other members of the Board with multiple counts of blackmail and strong arm tactics against prominent corporate executives. Vincent Cross was not going to stand for that.
It’s time to make an example out of Mr. Klein to bring the other corrupt Board members back into line.