"Lachlan Yarrow, how is the situation being handled?"
Beckett Carmichael was lying on the large sofa at home, appreciating the giant screen over and over again.
"Hss..."
He pulled a tissue from the table beside him to wipe the saliva at the corner of his mouth.
It was hard to tell.
This woman was even more excessive than his own secretary.
"Boss, as per your instructions, our people have been incessantly stirring things up, spreading news on various forums and websites. The situation is getting bigger and bigger,"
Lachlan Yarrow said with some confusion on the phone, "Aren't you and that Mr. Reed... friends?"
"More than friends!"
The hand that Beckett Carmichael held the phone with was trembling, "Don't ask too many questions, just help me fan the flames! Make this matter huge, known to everyone!"
"Are you... setting yourself up?"