The next morning, Quentin Tyler wasted no time. He ordered Xavier McCarty to investigate the passenger lists of flights leaving Sunset Ridge City Airport the previous day, while he headed straight to VogueWorks Fashion and summoned Daniel to his office.
As Daniel entered the CEO’s office, he glanced dismissively at Quentin Tyler.
He had never thought highly of trust-fund kids like Quentin and asked, “Is there something you need from me, Mr. Tyler?”
Quentin’s voice was cold and sharp. “You requested an advance on six months' salary from the finance department. Why? You’ve only been with the company a short time. What makes you think you can ask for that kind of advance?”
Daniel noticed that Jennifer Sullivan wasn’t in the office today. Maybe she was working on some designs in the studi
