"Huh?" Martin Jonah looked completely puzzled. What crusade? What blame?
But before he could figure it out, David Locke was already striding outside.
Martin hurried to follow, but David stopped in his tracks, "Keep an eye on things at the office, no need to follow me."
"But the reporters now..."
"Think they can eat me?" David cheerfully interrupted Martin and turned towards the stairway.
Helpless, Martin could only abandon the idea of following David, turning back to arrange things here, he then ran into Mavis Jonah, who had finished packing up. Hesitant for a moment, he went forward, "Sis..."
"What's with that look? I don't need your sympathy." Mavis responded grumpily.
"I wasn't..." Martin protested.
"Good if you weren't, but you were right before. I was indeed too self-assured and prejudiced against Mary Scott. I underestimated her this time." Mavis was a professional woman who had her pride and persistence, and when wrong, she admitted it.
