When asked about a printed report, Joanna Jacobs's expression didn't change in the slightest. She just smiled serenely. "I forgot to print it this time, and we've already packed up the equipment. If you'd like one, Ma'am, I can prepare it when I get back and bring it next time."
Yvonne Vaughn waved her hand. "Oh, that's not necessary. I was just curious. What's on paper is the same as what you've told me anyway, so it doesn't matter if I see it or not."
On the ride back, Joanna Jacobs sat in the car without saying a word, one hand digging tightly into the other. Her two assistants were scared into silence for the entire trip, not daring to utter a single word.
It wasn't until they were back in the hotel room that Joanna Jacobs sat down on the leather sofa in the suite's living room. She glared menacingly at her two assistants. "Not a single word about what happened today gets out!"
