"Mr. Battleson."
Michael Richard knocked on Justin Battleson's office door and called out his name.
The knocking pulled Justin back from his thoughts, he replied in low tone, "Come in."
At his call, Michael stepped in, his face clearly showing an uneasy expression.
Taking a deep breath, he began, "Mr. Battleson, Miss Curtis called again. She wants your help with that issue."
Hearing this, Justin's brows creased and his lips thinned.
Michael could feel a palpable drop in the atmosphere around Justin.
He inwardly grumbled, frustrated.
For heaven's sake, why am I always stuck with such tricky tasks?
I fear that Miss Curtis will just stir more trouble.
"Take care of it for her, and notify her team to suspend her activities for now," Justin instructed, rubbing his temples, his tone indifferent.
He questioned himself - had he not done enough for Evelyn Curtis over the past five years?