Chapter 184 War Correspondent

• Seeing the receptionist on the verge of tears, Yolanda's lips twitched with irritation. She let her sleeve drop and wondered why young people today seemed so easily frightened.
• Clearing her throat, she adopted a more detached tone. "Hurry up. I'm on a tight schedule."
• The receptionist nodded frantically but was too intimidated to make a direct call to the executive office. Having witnessed Spencer's injuries and his stormy demeanor earlier, she hesitated before dialing the secretary's office.