Brandon stared at the huge French window and saw Gavin coming in. "Did you get what I asked you to do?" he asked.

"Yes, there was a man, a journalist, who posted it online, but this man...He was on a flight to Los Angeles at nine o 'clock this morning."

Gavin shrugged. "So we won't be able to find out in a short time."

Brandon's eyes shrank, his face went cold, and his whole body was full of anger.

"Make sure, by all means, that if he is being ordered by someone to do this."

Gavin nodded, and he had already ordered someone to check it, even if Brandon didn't...