Before Desmond even closes the door, Manon stands from her seat and makes her way to me so she can pull me into a hug.
"How's my pookie doing?"
"Lovely thanks to you guys. Though I was stressed before you arrived, trying to come up with a viable solution to this mess. The investors wouldn't leave me alone. I think they're still sending messages," My voice comes out muffled since I'm speaking into her shoulder, another vibration coming from my pockets.
Annoying old men and women.
One of them is behind this from what I heard from my lawyers who spoke to the former head chef. They arrived with him not too long ago during my meeting—the police with them—and questioned him. Lucky bastard. If I were there, I think I'd have slapped him senseless until he spewed the name of the shareholder who bribed him into doing something so daring.
