Clarissa smiled belittlingly "Well because unlike Libertonians, im not afraid of a challenge, I wont cower in a that hole you call home nice and safe in the middle of the galaxy. I'll be here to my dying breath, because I am Bretonian, not to mention gods dont need to hide." she commented, finishing with a frown before continuing "As for how we will afford the necessary equipment, its quite simple... Mavis" Clarissa said wagling her finger which summoned her PA to her side, the woman handed Clarissa the data pad, and the CEO stood up, regarding it and walking around the table slowly
"we could, give everyone in this room a pay cut.. which would raise current profit margines by, hmm, nine percent..." she read seeming impressed, "which alone could easily raise us the money to generate a baby fleet of shiny new Percherons" Clarissa stated with a grin, watching the room stir not liking the sound of that one bit, "we could, double employee shift hours and squeeze them for all they are worth, taking into account loss of efficiency by fatigue this would increase profit margines by.. hm.. twenty three percent." The CEO continued, "we could add a ten percent grievance tax to the export of our most notably controlled exports; Gaian wildlife specimines, Xenbiotic Filters, Flourine and Flora-Gro™, to give us an overall estimated profit increase of around eight percent."
