Watching Summer Lowell and Justin Huxley's figures disappear into the distance, Maxim Sinclair withdrew his gaze and turned to Assistant Collins, "Have someone follow them."
"Yes." Assistant Collins said into the phone and then cautiously observed Maxim Sinclair's expression, "President Sinclair, we've been out for quite a while now, should we head back? President Goldman from Vastwin seems to want to discuss some project matters with you."
"No rush," Maxim Sinclair said as he slowly lit a cigarette, "Do you have the evidence of Stellart Branch's designer, Sheryl, maliciously leaking the company's drafts with you?"
"The evidence is stored in the email. Do you need it now? I can retrieve it at any time."
As Assistant Collins spoke, he took out his phone and opened the email interface.
"Not for now," Maxim Sinclair extinguished his half-smoked cigarette, "Send the evidence to my phone, I might need it later."
"Alright."
