At C.A. Holdings, Lawrence ended the phone call with Evelyn and let out a long, heavy sigh of relief.
He set his phone down on his desk and turned to face Davina, who sat across from him, her laptop still open in front of her.
She looked pale, nervous actually. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her keyboard.
"Is it done?" Lawrence asked, even though he already knew the answer.
Davina nodded slowly.
"Yes. I have sent the message. From an untraceable number and made it look like it came from... from Ms. Drayke's phone."
Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper and Lawrence could see the fear in her eyes.
"Lawrence," Davina said, her voice trembling slightly, "how are we going to keep this buried? If Ms. Drayke finds out what we did... if she discovers we sent that threat without her knowledge, you know..."
She swallowed hard, unable to complete her sentence.
