"Bertrand, hold off on drafting the statement for now. I have another solution. We'll discuss it later," Mr. Evans instructed before hanging up the phone. He then returned his gaze to the newspaper, fingers steepled in thought, and let out a sigh.
"May I know what solution that is, Mr. Evans?" I asked. I don't know why I'm feeling nervous about this solution he's about to say.
He slowly raised his gaze at me before gazing at Simon. "What's your name?" he asked, ignoring my question.
"Oh, I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Simon Davies," Simon responded.
Mr. Evans made a curt nod. "Alright, Mr. Davies, I believe it would be best for Miss Dawson and I to have a private conversation."
My shoulder sank upon hearing him. Private conversation? Is this some kind of se
