Let's not ruin the evening

"Do you see what I mean? You just need to find a way to alter the design for less than your inventory cost,” Xyrus explained, as he pointed to the statistical report in front of him.

Glancing at the sheet, Eros nodded in agreement. “Yeah, but Xyrus, these aren’t the same type of costumes as the new designs.”

“That’s why I suggested just scrapping them altogether. Donate them to a charity or find a better use for them, but the cost of storing them has made them too expensive to continue to carry over,” Xyrys said.

Eros nodded again before telling Xy he would draw up some solutions and send them over to his office. It was another meeting that Xy insisted on scheduling. After his morning reign of terror, he wanted to correct the relationships he might have damaged, or at least altered.

Eros was one of his oldest employees, joining the company when they first bought commercial space, so he didn’t want to offend or ostracize such an integral part of his organization. When his mind was f