Chapter 52 We Have No Choice

• A smashing sound resounded through the room as Freya, Evie's assistant's phone, came into contact with the wall, shattering at the great impact. Freya flinched and glared down at her feet, unable to voice her dissatisfaction with the seething Evie, who had thrown the device. "Who the fuck is this 'Just a concerned citizen?" Evie screamed angrily while flailing her hands in all directions.
• "The account is newly created, and we have not been able to find the poster's IP address; it's been redirecting us every time we checked. Which means it was created by a hacker or someone very proficient with internet networking," Dan, the PR staff assigned to Evie for the show, explained, and Evie sneered. "Then try harder! You have to fucking try harder and take down that post before the runway show tonight!" She demanded.
• Evie bit her nails anxiously as she walked back and forth. She had tried to get help from her family to clear the post, but immediately she put the call through to her father; he had told her to fix the mess she caused herself.