The next morning, Desmond walked into Philip’s office. Philip sat behind his desk, looking serious, reading some files. Desmond cleared his throat.

“Philip,” he said softly. “The post my sister Carina made has been deleted. I made sure something like that will never happen again.”

Philip lifted his eyes slowly. “So is that it?” he asked in a cold voice. “Rumors that started while you were busy fooling around are still everywhere. The articles, the comments, the headlines—they’re all about Becker Group. Stories about me run wild, and you think deleting a post fixes that?”

Desmond sighed. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

Philip dropped his pen....