Chapter three

                                    

                                              
Chapter Three
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By Friday afternoon I was ready to scream and pull my hair out. I was sick of going through files about men who my investors saw "fit" to become CEO of Parker Tech. 
                          
It is my company, I should be the one to run it! 
David had put green post-it-notes on the candidates he liked and blue on the ones the investors liked, and then orange on the ones they agreed on.

                          
Running a hand through my hair again (which I can certainly say was in a state), and releasing another exasperated groan, I fingered through the two orange noted files.
                          
Clark L Moffat. 47. 
Previously; President of marketing at Cliftons. 
Previously; Hedge fund manager for North England's Smithers Distribution. 
Current; Londons branch executive for Davidson Distribution. 
                          
Marcus J Hill. 43. 
Previously; Chief of staff for SMRT. 
Previously; Executive of advertising at SMRT. 
Previously; Executive of advertising Lilands. 
Previously; North England line manager for Lilands. 
Currently; Vice President of Lilands. 
                          
As well credited as both these men were, they were both 20 years my senior (or close enough), meaning without a doubt they would have dated method on how to run a company compared to my own. 
                          
Glancing up away from the files that I had already read at least 6 times within the past two day and it was now nearing 4pm, meaning I had been looking at the stupid files for over an hour, I made eye contact with David. Said man made exaggerated movements by pointing at my desk before miming a phone with his hand. 
                          
I scowled. I did not want one of these men to come and rule my business.
                          
Before I had the chance to lovingly show David my middle finger, Becky stepped in front of my line of sight. 
                          
"Mads, Kieran is requesting you upstairs." The hint of worry in her tone suggested it was more than just a request. Without much delay I was sprinting up to the second floor to the Robot Room, where a a smell of burning hit me as soon as I pushed through the door. 
                          
"Jesus Kieran! What's going on up here?" I shouted looking around the chaotic room. Kieran appeared at my side looking drastically disheveled, his hair a mess. Panting he reached me from across the large room. 
                          
"I don't know. Basically the primary server is fried and just stopped working and then started sparking and stuff!" He spoke at a quick pace as he grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the temperate controlled server room. My heart sunk in my chest. As if the investors needed another reason to hire a CEO. 
                          
"Okay. Right. Have you shut down the power to it and the other ones?" Placing a hand on the warm glass door I stared into the smokey room. He nodded. "Okay, so we need to phone the fire-brigade. Get Micheal on the phone we need to fire up the back up serves and see that he send the best guys to fix this mess." Kieran nodded and began dishing out my orders to others around us. "Kieran I want you and your best team to work out how this happened, and what an earth could have caused it." After letting out a loud frustrated swear word, whilst banging a fist on the floor, I returned back down stairs to the main floor. 
                          
"David! Becky! Caitlin!" Hollering at the top of my voice before I was even in the room resulted in everyone turning to look at me questioning.
Once I had explained the situation upstairs the trio began making calls to the investors, our service providers and any other important people I had forgotten to mention to Kieran. In the mean time I had to notify the warehouses and web team invade the incident effected any progress. 
                          
Realising there was no point in staff members being in the building if they weren't needed I dismissed the majority of people, commenting that when the returned on Monday morning everything would be in working condition again, hopefully.