"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, it's that I don't need a bodyguard!"
"I'm sorry, but I was hired by President Sheridan. If you don't require my services, you can ask him to dismiss me."
Sam Yates was a man who radiated an air of utter seriousness.
'When did Elliot Sheridan send this man to follow me?' She truly hadn't noticed a thing.
Georgia Thorne couldn't get rid of him, so she could only let him wait outside the studio.
As soon as she returned to her studio, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
She hesitated for a few seconds before answering. The voice of a reporter came from the other end. She hastily apologized and hung up.
The number of reporters downstairs was growing. Georgia Thorne glanced down and finally understood why celebrities hated the press.
As noon approached, the quiet crowd of reporters below suddenly erupted, their excited voices drifting up.
