A few hours later after taking a nice cold shower and changung his clothes , Rick sat behind his desk in his top-floor executive office.
Once he had settled, he pressed the intercom.
"Victoria. My office. Now."
Three minutes later the heavy oak doors opened. Victoria stepped in wearing a grey pencil skirt and a crisp white silk blouse, arms folded, expression ice-cold. She clearly expected another round of humiliation.
"What do you want now, Mr Smith?"
Rick however ignored the hostility, picked up his phone, and slid it across the desk.
The video confession began to play.
Victoria's annoyed expression vanished. She stepped closer, listening in complete silence as Dirk detailed the plot and named Mathew as the culprit behind the plot.
When the video reached the part about Mathew arranging the shipment, Victoria's expression hardened.
The video ended.
Rick leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully.
For several seconds, Victoria said nothing.
