"Mister Osborn our shares are going down the drain. After the death of your father we no longer have the security that we deserve!" rumbled an angry employee who was sitting at a large meeting table.
The mood had already settled in the low point since the beginning. Some just listened while others put the facts on the table and put the new young boss under pressure.
Harry sat on the place where his father was, too. He let himself be put up with a lot by his employees who were at today's meeting.
His looks looked very thoughtful because it was about a call. For months they had had problems that were damaging to the company.
"Is that supposed to be a point of criticism that you want to reproach my late father?" he asked after a few seconds. Harry clenched his right fist and slapped it on the large table.
"Norman Osborn kept something from us, he drove the stocks into the abyss," hissed a wild Flint who was visibly pissed off.
"I won't accept that any longer. My father was sick, he couldn't do his job any longer. If you want to complain, do so to his representative who is not present today," countered Harry, who tried to calm the boiling Flint, who gritted his teeth looked across.
"That's a cheap excuse Harry, I know exactly what Norman did. I'm well informed that you probably don't"
"I'm Mister Osborn and not Harry. If you don't like it Flint then get out of here. I'm looking for a new head for the research" Flint accepted the threat quite easily, he wasn't worried about his job. Those present notice, however, that he was pretty exhausted at that moment. His eyes turned to Harry who looked at him rather sternly as if to say never come back!
"Mister Osborn, we are here today because we want to get ahead. There is no point in arguing here," said an older woman in her early 50s.
"You are right, Misses Valentine. There is no point here. Therefore, from now on I want each of you to submit a full report on all work progress and all plans for how we will make a profit again. You have a week if you can make it do you have my trust and if not since you fired, "Harry hissed to his colleagues who looked quite surprised from then on.
You should now find a solution within a week to get you back on solid ground, which means you won't be able to work overtime until you can.

The company was sidelined and urgently needed to get out. However, this did not prevent the directors and the board of directors from continuing to employ the workers. Even if some salaries could not be paid in full. The loyal workers fought for their livelihood and, if necessary, worked without pay.
On the 24th floor there was a department that was about to end work. The department developed energy burning options that should be beneficial in desert regions.Through this research they wanted to use the solar power, which was very high in the deserts, to create something that could supply an entire country.
The project also started with some trials that were quite valuable.
The floor had two large rooms in the desert sand where some simulations were done.
"So men end for today, we have finished work!" shouted a little bald man through the corridors. He was in charge of this area here.
"You not Colton!"
"Oh come on, Mister Dale everyone else is off. Besides, today is a special day" the boss just shrugged his shoulders and got into an elevator to go down.
"Do this job that you have at your desk!" he ordered his workers who had to watch how it slowly became emptier.
When it was completely empty Colton grabbed his head and rubbed his tired eyes first.

"I hate my boss. He's always so foolish. One day he'll be surprised that I can tell him," cursed a restless man who was now looking at his assignment that he had just received before the end of the day.
"What do we have here?" his concentration was interrupted by a loud noise. Curious, Colton turned to a large cell that was still in use.
"Nah super it's still on. I always have to do everything that can't be here," he cursed to himself.
The system had a temperature of 50 degrees completely filled with desert sand.
To turn it off, he had to climb a high ladder that led to a small platform where some switches and power grids were located.
"Then let's turn it off" Colton overlooked one thing that was very important. You couldn't just switch off these systems, you had to let them cool down before everything was off.
Colton's mistake was punished with a small electric shock that he received from the switch. He was so frightened that he fell from the platform and fell right through a pane that brought him directly into the hot cell where the temperature was higher than expected.
The hot sand pressed into his skin, causing him a great deal of pain. The misfortune was made worse by an additional sample he had in his white coat. There he had a mixture in there that could change his DNA. Colton had no chance of getting out of there he was literally burned.
The accident was recorded by a camera that was not followed by anyone at the time, as most of them had already finished work. Among others also Harry Osborn who drove home with a black scale where he was received by his servants.

"Welcome back Mister Osborn" greeted him his friendly servant who had long served in the villa where Harry lived.
"Thank you very much Albert, is there any news?" he asked curiously.
"Oh yes sir a Peter Parker wrote you a letter he left this morning" Albert handed him a small white envelope where his best friend's handwriting was clearly visible.Curiously, he sat down on a comfortable wooden chair and opened the letter that said:

Moin buddy
I'm sorry we haven't seen each other in a while. I'll make it up to you, I don't want to disturb the new boss at Oscorp.
I am on vacation and will be visiting beautiful London for 4 weeks. Aunt May sends her regards, she's also there.
I'll get back to you when I'm back. Take care and don't be sad that I'm gone.

H.D.L. Peter Parker

Harry smiled briefly and had to laugh at the end of the sentence. He knew of course that it was specially written that I love you at the end. He didn't take it seriously, he knew his joking friend.
Harry moved to his large kitchen where he first warmed up a frozen pizza ala mushroom pizza in a microwave. The hunger for a nicely topped pizza grew bigger and bigger every second. The mouth watered when you saw it and when you thought about it.
The day slowly came to an end. At least one could amuse oneself with a letter that made it easy to forget an annoying working day. Shortly before the pizza was ready, Osborn took off his suit and slipped into pajamas that were enough.
After the meal, Harry sank into a peaceful sleep in a comfortable and warm bed.