Phoebe Buck stood pitifully at the top of the stairs. She debated back and forth for a long time but didn't dare chase after Jensen Morrison to ask for compensation.
However, since the matter concerned her own wallet, she couldn't just let it go. Her poor heart was twisted into a giant knot.
When Ivy Holden came downstairs, she saw Phoebe Buck standing conflicted at the top of the stairs and asked, puzzled, "What's the matter with you? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Boss!" Phoebe Buck hurried after Ivy Holden to the dining table. "Did you see what's trending this morning?"
"No, why?" Ivy Holden then recalled the trouble a certain someone had stirred up last night. She waved her hand dismissively. "It's just something trending online. Nothing new. Just ignore it."
"But President Jacobs just called. She said two of your endorsements are about to fall through. Their products have a youthful, innocent image, and now that you're in a relationship..."
