Mike walks around his office, shaking his head from time to time. After a long time, he takes a seat and starts to work on the documents on his table.In a short while, he drops his pen, frustratedly and stands up again, a pool of sweat pooling on his face... He grabs his phone and dials Roger.He picks up soon enough. "Hello bro? Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"Mike grunts. "I need some women right now. I can't seem to calm down and focus."Roger understands immediately. "Okay. I'll arrange for them but you'll need to go home. I'll send them home."Mike nods fast. "I'll leave now, I want to meet them waiting when I arrive."He hangs up and grabs his and coat before heading out.His driver is already waiting by the door when he gets downstairs but he just shoos him away, something he never does. "I'll drive by myself. Take the damn day off."The driver immediately nods and steps out of the way so Mike won't hit him with his car... Which is very something Mike can real

"Arielle Brown." The female police officer from the past few days call her name in the holding cell once again and she stands up, weary and bones all cramped, and they snap into their normal positions as she stands up from her corner in the cell that reeks of sweat."Coming." She replies weakly, shuffling to the metal bars.The officer opens the door and Arielle steps out. She raises her wrists for the handcuffs like has been the routine for days. The officer looks at her, no hint of pity in her eyes.Obviously, she's seen more than her share of Arielles and this is just another female murderer in front of her. She claps the metal bracelets on her wrists and uses them to drag her away from the cell area.This time, instead to walking into the inner halls, she's led towards the exit.Arielle looks at her, waiting for some words or even the most minute explanation of where she's been taken and for what, but the woman just stares ahead like a robot.Arielle shrugs and decides to ask anyw

In a large conference hall, there are about hundreds of reporters and photographers, all milling around.Some making connections and greeting friends from other broadcasting networks, newspaper companies or even radio disc jockeys, while the other ones are standing by the snack bar at the back of the hall, watching everyone in front of them."So Eric Blackwood finally succumbed to getting an audit done? Fancy it being Trust Financials." Someone who's grabbing a cupcake mutters to his plus one while taking a bite. "Hm. This is actually kind of good."Another person chips into the conversation. "I have a ton of questions for Mrs Wright. Funny how her last name didn't change even though she remarried. This is her first public appearance since forever. I have a ton of questions. How did she even get Blackwood to work with her?""I can't say she can completely be trusted. But then, that's why this conference is being held isn't it? It's to publicly announce their joint partnership. But why

Mike stands up from his swiveling chair and walks to the television, watching what's going on and listening with rapt attention."She's always so breathtaking..." He mutters and then catches himself before scoffing to himself. "These reporters are so damn rude these days, I have to agree to that. I mean, what's that question supposed to mean?"He goes back to his chair and crosses his legs, right before a woman named Jana Harriet asks her own question.As soon as she asks her question, his expression goes from phase one to phase two.From surprise that that audit has been brought up publicly and then to anger.He flares up immediately. "What the fuck are these questions? Don't these people go through training anymore? Where are civilized reporters of then? How dare she ask about her sex life on live television?!" Almost like he's the one been shot at with those questions, he stands up from his chair and walks around to clear his head.Then the sound of Ivy's laughing flows into his ea

"Did we hear you all right? You were asking someone for two million for doing something, is that something posting on Tiara's account?" Liam asks, stepping forward, frowning immensely.He may be simply a student in college, in his last year, but he's well aware of the influencer life so he's the best to speak up, neither Ivy nor Ashton interrupt him.Yale pales slightly and sighs heavily. "Yes, that's exactly what it is. Even after her death, and due to the massive amounts of followers she gained after mortem, they even want their products promoted even more...""And you agreed to it?" Liam scoffs. "That's greedy of you. You're supposed to have deleted the account, and if not, just plain closed it."Yale shakes her head. "You don't understand.""What's to not understand here?" Liam asks, incredulity in his voice. "You're using her account to get some fast cash for yourself as long as you just post these product placements and get paid. Isn't that it?"Yale shakes her head. "That's not