Chapter 156: The Burnout

"Mr. Reyes, I have already compiled the documents we needed to file a complaint with the WTO," Juliet announced as she entered Michael's office, carrying a thick folder of papers.

Michael looked up from his computer. "Don't expect me to read all that, Juliet. You have to summarize it for me."

Juliet smiled, understanding Michael's aversion to lengthy documents. "Of course, Mr. Reyes. In short, these regulations China is imposing are unfairly targeting foreign solar companies, including ours. They're violating several WTO rules, especially those regarding trade non-discrimination and market access."

Michael nodded, his attention now fully on Juliet. "So, what's our angle in challenging this?"

"Our main argument," Juliet continued, leaning against a chair, "is that these new policies are protectionist. They're designed to shield Chinese solar companies from competition. We're highlighting how this goes against the commitments China made when they joined the WTO."

"And how strong is our case?" Michael asked, his expression serious.

"Pretty strong," Juliet replied confidently. "We've got solid evidence of the impact on the businesses of foreign solar companies. Plus, the legal precedents support our position. The key will be proving that these measures are unnecessary and discriminatory."

Michael leaned forward, intrigued. "And what happens next?"

"We officially submit the complaint, then enter a consultation phase with China through the WTO. If that doesn't resolve things, we push for a panel to review the case. It's a bit of a process, but it's the best shot we have to counter these restrictions."

"Good work, Juliet," Michael said with a nod of approval. "As always, you get things done. As expected of a secretary from the von Reimann family."

"Your praise is appreciated, Mr. Reyes," Juliet responded with a polite nod. "I'll proceed with the submission process and coordinate with our legal team to ensure we're fully prepared for the consultations."

"You can leave it with our legal team because I have something more important task that I need you to help me with," Michael said as he leaned forward, steepling his fingers.

Curious, Juliet locked gaze with Michael. "What is it, Mr. Reyes?"

"How familiar are you with the pharmaceutical company?" Michael inquired.

Michael cut her off with a gentle wave of his hand. "It's not a date, Juliet. Consider it a business dinner. We can discuss the plans for the pharmaceutical company. Besides, I already have a romantic interest in someone else. I'm sure you know who I am talking about."

"Ms. von Reimann. But would she agree to..." Juliet hesitated, then nodded. "If you think it's best to discuss the plans over dinner, I understand. And yes, I'm aware of your relationship with Ms. von Reimann."

"I'll give her a call, explain the situation, and then I will make a dinner reservation."

"That sounds good, Mr. Reyes," Juliet agreed, feeling more comfortable with the idea now that it was framed as a business meeting.

"Excellent!" Michael responded, his mood visibly lifted. "And Juliet, I'll make sure we address the workload issue. Maybe it's time we look into hiring an assistant for you, someone who can help manage these projects."

Juliet smiled, genuinely relieved. "That would be helpful, Mr. Reyes. Thank you for understanding."

"No problem, Juliet. You're a valuable part of this team, and I don't want to burn you out. We have big plans ahead, and I need you at your best to achieve them," Michael concluded with a sincere tone.

Juliet nodded, appreciating the acknowledgment. "I'll get started on the preparations for the pharmaceutical company then, and I look forward to discussing everything in more detail at dinner."

"Perfect," Michael said, as he started to gather his things for the next meeting. "We'll tackle this new venture head-on and pave the way for groundbreaking advancements in medical technology."

As Juliet left the office, Michael called Bridget. Five seconds later, she picked up.

"Yes?"

"Bridget, Ms. Schmidt and I are having a business meeting, work-related stuff. It will be on the BGC High Street. The reason why I'm telling you this is to inform you that this is just a formal business meeting, nothing else. You are my girl, and will always be."

"Hmm...okay," Bridget agreed as if without hesitation. "Just tell me if you are done. I am busy doing my own thing here."

"Is that so? Don't worry, we will have our own romantic dinner next week. Oh, I want you to come in two days because I have something important to discuss."

"Understood, goodbye, Michael," Bridget hung up the phone with a smooch.