With the decisions set in place, all that was left was to act on it. Alexander set aside the balance between film and comic books as another exciting field is to be explored.
Sullivan had his contacts and producer responsibilities to keep him pre-occupied but the convening of the contacts was enough for Alexander to get started.
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After bearing his farewells to the film production matters, the next busy round of appointments awaits.
Alexander didn't head for any other location as he was sent by Miss Galina to the ever-familiar Creed Comics HQ.
"It's been a while, little boss." The dutiful security guard was there to greet him as always.
"It's been a while, Mr. Security." Alexander greeted back while doing his preliminary assessment. "How are things at the company while I was away?"
"Volume Books are still being bought and the issue releases are as popular as ever, little boss." Mr. Security answered what he knew.
"What about matters of security?" Alexander was quite serious when it comes to matters of safety now that Creed Comics were earning quite a lot.
"Snooping nerds are asking for you, little boss. But we sent them away and still kept the secret." Mr. Security pondered on the normal things but he also remembered stuff. "Oh right. There were also those guys from other companies asking for cooperation."
"So they aren't satisfied with phones now." Alexander could only shake his head at that development. "Do turn them down as you can, Mr. Security. Also, make it clear that Creed Comics is fine as it is and won't need their cooperation in the meantime."
"Yes, little boss." Mr. Security was already used to the little boss's eloquence so he wasn't surprised with the level-headed decisions.
"What about our approved guests?" Alexander also took note of what he was here for today. "Have they been settled and briefed?"
"Yes, little boss. The people inside should have accommodated them already."
Alexander could only nod in commendation at that and went inside to start the new toy venture.
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The inside greetings commenced with Miss Marker, Mr. Distributor, and Mr. 5 cluing him in on what had happened while he was away.
He already knew some of them from the written reports but having insighted recounting of it has helped out painting the missing pictures he hadn't noticed.
Alexander reasoned out and finally found why Innovative Rob wanted his worded perspective to be explained and expounded.
The recountings of these employees helped him out just as how he may have helped out the director with how he would proceed.
Anyways, the reports went on and Alexander got much of the sales data of the Volume Books.
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This time, he was no longer stuck with all the 'sold out' finalities, how long this issue would be sold out, when this issue would be sold out, what reasons made this issue sell out faster than this one.
All that can be sure is that the Volume Books sales data had exceeded the usual 250,000 issue limit and was nearing half a million.
Of course with Dragonball Volume 1 and TMNT Volume 1 put together, the Volume Book sales are already about 850,000 plus copies and counting.
If adding in the fact that Creed Comics has been part of that 10 dollars retail price transaction, the money in the accounts should already be enough for continuous printing of new copies and the expansion budgets.
Sales are still racking up of course and his little boss smile was already showing up, much to the shock of the already celebratory employees.
Eventually, things had to wrap up as the Creed Company day was still fresh and ticking.
"Little boss, the new people are ready for you in the canteen area." Miss Marker timely said as the old boss also stressed the importance of the 'new people' to Creed Entertainment's overall projection.
All that Miss Marker knew was that the parent company was opening up a toy business that distinctly correlates to what they are doing in the comic industry.
Her avenue to display her market research talents has opened up and she was quite looking forward to it. "Here are their resumes that Mr. Creed has asked to give to you?"
"Thank you. Do update me later on next week's sales trend we should be expecting." Alexander got some datas about the 'new people' from Miss Marker and read up on them along the way.
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All in all, they were not-so-certified engineers that plonked at the last spurts and designers that had the same troubling situations that the Creed second-floor employees had before.
People that were trained to be engineers but didn't quite make it were pretty cheap for a cheap start in toy making.
These so-called designers were also on the same plate in desperation and low value. Since they can't be the next Da Vinci and don't have their own Da Vinci Code, so being a toy designer should be enough for them.
They just need to conceptualize, beautify, and work together as mathematical, functional engineers and artistically aesthetic designers.
Alexander could only shake his head at his grandfather's usual M.O. with hiring people. They were low-paying, reliable, not-so-fitting for the job but also fitting as well.
Reading up on these people's records, they were clearly not fitted with toy designs and all that. However, they are probably much more effiecient and driven than people with toy design experience.
It wasn't Alexander's first time working with this scenario as he literally turned wannabe animators into efficient comic bookers. In the end, they worked quite well with the manga-esque coherence with art and story that he was going for.
Hopefully, these upcoming clashes of design logic and creativity would result in the same with these "engineers" and "designers".
Even if they were to go wild with disagreements, Alexander has much experience as the little boss and had worked out the demeanor to shut things up.
He would still be spearheading stuff after all and he didn't want things to be messy.
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Eventually, Alexander arrived at the employee cafeteria area where they mostly do their lunch together.
A group of 22 people of either unfortunate "engineers" or wannabe designers has been waiting for the 'little boss' that the employees and old Mr. Creed have informed them about.
With Alexander being in viewing distance, they finally get what they mean and were finding it hard to cope with what was going on.
They were adults with an unfortunate go in life and their careers moving forward but they never really prepared themselves to be led into the so-called Creed Toys by a child.
Some put their hands up to ask a question they want to be heard while Alexander simply uttered to them what they should know.
"Hello to all of you."
"My name is Alexander Creed and since people here like to call me little boss, it's best you call me that as well."
"If you have a problem with the arrangement of having a grade-schooler overseeing your work, then the door is open."
"If you don't have any, then welcome aboard to Creed Toys and our journey to making us Creeds rich and to put your talents to good use."
People find it that being blunt and charismatic was the way to go, so Alexander's accumulated little boss experience finally came in handy as the questioning people put their hands down in acceptance.