Within seconds, Augustine's phone beeped, signaling a new text message.
He quickly shifted his gaze to the screen and saw that it was from Reginald: "Umm, Charles is still unconscious, but he'll be fine."
From the wording alone, Augustine could sense the uneasiness in Reginald's tone.
He exhaled heavily and turned toward the car window only to notice ten men dressed in black approaching.
Augustine stayed calm as one of them tapped gently on the glass, a signal for him to step out.
They were the security guards he had called minutes earlier.
The moment he exited the car, the men formed a protective circle around him, shielding him from the swarm of reporters that had gathered.
"CEO Augustine, is it true you're gay?" one of them shouted.
"Are you secretly in a relationship with your secretary, Reginald?" another pressed.
"Do you agree with claims that you've been running your company under false pretenses?"
