The secretary, who'd been hit by the object, stammered an apology, "I'm sorry! I'll get it done right away!"
The office door closed, but Erin Irving, still fuming, swept all the documents from his desk onto the floor.
'He'd hired a bunch of useless idiots. They can't even handle something this simple!'
His private phone on the desk had been ringing for a while. Erin Irving casually picked it up and saw it was flooded with text messages from Quincy Rhodes.
Others might not know, but how could Quincy Rhodes not know what her own daughter looked like?
Joanne Donovan's phone was off again, so an impatient Quincy Rhodes had no choice but to call Erin Irving and ask what on earth had happened the day before.
The person Erin Irving had dragged out of the club was Joanne Donovan. The woman he had carried from the car was also Joanne Donovan.
But frankly, she didn't believe Erin Irving would actually touch her daughter.
