Inside CosmoCorp, the vice president was leisurely drinking coffee in his office when his assistant came in, phone in hand, trembling slightly.
"Vice President, Miss Quinn is on the phone for you."
The vice president had been completely drained lately. The whole business with Clara Quinn and Isaac Archer had led to his wife giving him hell. He had just managed to placate her a couple of days ago, and after only two days of peace, he was hearing Clara Quinn's name again.
How could he possibly be pleasant to the person who had made his life miserable?
Hearing Clara Quinn's name, the vice president's expression darkened. "I'm not taking it."
The young assistant remained rooted to the spot, still trembling, and said in a very soft voice, "She asked if you wanted to know who leaked the photos and videos."
The moment the assistant's words left their mouth, the vice president's face grew even colder, but he still held out his hand. "Give me the phone."
