The manager went straight to the restaurant after he left the hall, and he told Vinson what happened
earlier.
Vinson took a sip from his soup before answering, âLet them do what they want. Just donât let the
protesters come in and ruin the release.â
The manager was a calm, rational guy, but even he got curious. âSir, weâre really letting them do what
they want? The Internetâs swarming us. If we donât do some damage control, it mightâ¦â
The manager didnât finish his sentence, but it was clear what he wanted to say. If they didnât do any
damage control, not even the company could censor the masses anymore, since they could come up
with a lot of ways to bypass the censorship.
Nightshire Group was the second-largest shareholder of Chanaeaâs biggest online platform, holding
twenty percent of its shares. Even though the Internet was swarming them, it wouldnât be hard for
Nightshire Group to quash the scandal.
However, Vinson still wouldnât do any damage control, and he waved the manager down. âIgnore
them.â
âYes Sir.â The manager left the restaurant so Vinson could have his lunch in peace.
The moment he came out, the manager ran into Rayson. Rayson whispered, âDid you tell the
president? Did he say anything? Does he want us to censor them?â
The manager smiled bitterly and shook his head. âNo. He said they can do whatever they want.â
Rayson was still nervous a moment ago, but he calmed down after hearing that. âHe still wonât do
anything despite the severity of this crisis. I knew it. He has a plan. The louder they shout, the more
embarrassed theyâll be. Just ignore them.â
The manager thought the same thing as well, and he cheered up. âIâll keep an eye on them for now.
Some of them came uninvited, and I donât want them to ruin the release.â
The manager asked curiously, âWhat is it? Is it important?â
Rayson nodded seriously. âYes. More important than this whole crisis.â
âWhat is it?â That got the manager more curious.
However, Rayson shook his head. âItâs a secret. Youâll know eventually. Thereâll be an official
announcement.â
âOfficial announcement?â The manager frowned. Youâre making it sound like some celebrities are
gonna announce that theyâre dating.
He wanted to ask more, but Rayson had already gone into the restaurant, so he stopped and went
back to the conference hall.
After Rayson closed the door, he called, âSir.â
Vinson had just finished his soup. He was enjoying his lunch, just like how a medieval aristocrat would.
After he wiped his mouth, Vinson turned around. âYouâre back. Did she finish her food?â
âShe did.â Rayson scrolled through his photos and handed it to Vinson. âBut she canât finish all of them
though.â
Vinson took a look and nodded. âThatâs good enough for me. Is she done? How much time does she
need?â
Rayson answered, âThe patientâs almost done with the IV infusion when I was there. Ms. Moore said
heâll be here in half an hour. And⦠she said she wonât come, since she has something else to do.â