The phone in Leonardo's hand returned to vibrate violently for the umpteenth time that afternoon. On its screen, the name of the manager from the central agency in the city was displayed clearly. With a heavy sigh and a tightening jaw, Leo slid the green button then pasted the flat object to his ear.
"Hello," greeted Leo, his voice sounding very low and cold, holding a surge of emotion that since earlier had not yet died down.
"Leo! Finally you answer my phone!" exclaimed his manager on the other side there with a tone of voice filled with extraordinary utter panic. "What on earth is that photo currently going viral on social media? You truly met and were involved in tension with Nathaniel Valerius in the countryside? Our agency's shares even fluctuated slightly this afternoon because of
