Manhattan center TP building, Link Music Office.
Miss Eva stood with her arms crossed, quietly thinking to herself for a moment.
Then she pressed the intercom button on her desk phone and, once the call started, told her assistant to discreetly contact several media outlets, urging Link to come forward and apologize publicly—the bigger the fuss, the better.
The assistant hesitated, not quite understanding the young mistress's intention, and asked her if she had misspoken.
She knew about the boss's relationship with Link—was she now joining those people in pressuring Link? Could this be office politics, with the two of them only pretending to be on good terms while stabbing each other in the back?
Miss Eva didn't bother to explain further. She instructed her assistant to use the media to convey the notion that even if Link hadn't done anything wrong, he still had to step forward and apologize. Without an apology, make it so that he would have no place in America.