In the heart of New York City sat a luxurious building 'Grey's couture'.
Up in the 17th floor, a man in his mid 30's paced around the office, his hand clicking away at his iPad.
''Sir. I've got footage of them taking her into your room. Should I leak it to the press?'' Christian asked, heading for Alex's table with his laptop in hand.
Alex stared at the footage unfazed.
His hands drummed against his table slowly, face unreadable.
''Delete it.'' He uttered.
''But sir?!'' Christian whisper-yelled, staring at him boss in shock.
''Delete it.''
Alex stood up from his seat, his hand smoothing his tie as he headed for his office door. Christian who had no choice, deleted the footage and followed behind him.
''Sir. Why would you delete such crucial evidence? If we had leaked that to the press, you would not only be clearing that woman's name but also vindicating yourself and maybe suing Mr don.'' Christian said hurriedly, his steps just as fast as his mouth.
