"President Fairchild, I'll send someone to investigate this thoroughly," Tommy said at once.
"She has a son. Focus your investigation on that child. And make sure you dig up every detail of that woman's private life from the last three or four years! I want the results within twenty-four hours!"
"Yes!"
Tommy backed out of the room at top speed, not daring to stay a second longer.
'When President Fairchild is furious, it's an absolute bloodbath.'
Jasper Rockwell shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not quite sitting, not quite standing. 'What on earth happened last night? I'm dying to know, but I don't dare ask.'
"Starting today, you'll be Zane Langdon's personal assistant."
"What? Evan, I'm the Third Young Master of the Rockwell family, for crying out loud! And you want me to be Zane Langdon's personal assistant?"
"A one-million-dollar commission. Take it, or you can get lost and go back to Rockwellburg."
"Deal!"
