“This only proves that someone else was responsible for the attack on Jasmine,” Natalie said as she fondled the back of her phone.
“But who could it be,” Joyce wondered as she rubbed her chin.
Natalie shrugged. “Who knows. Whoever it was sure doesn’t like Jasmine much. It may not necessarily be a bad thing, as at the very least she won’t be troubling anyone for a while. It’s almost time. Let’s get going.”
With that, the two of them left the hospital for the studio.
Plumlee arrived with the bodyguard shortly after them.
“Good morning, Ms. Smith.” Plumlee hailed Natalie.
She returned a smile. “Morning, Mr. Plumlee. Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you.” The secretary pulled up a chair and settled into it with the bodyguard standing behind him.
Joyce brought the teapot into the office and proceeded to pour some for Natalie and Plumlee.
Reaching into his briefcase, he retrieved the contract for Natalie. “Ms. Smith, this is the contract that we’ve drafted. Please review it and let us know if everything is in order.”
“Alright.” Natalie smiled as she received it.
Joyce also came over to her side and scrutinized the document with her.
Natalie closed the file after she was finished. “Everything is fine.”
“Then let’s sign on it.” Plumlee then passed along an exquisite fountain pen.
Natalie seemed a little lost in thought at the sight of that pen.
Joyce nudged her. “Nat, what are you doing, spacing out right now?”
Natalie came to and winced in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. It’s just that this fountain pen reminded me of someone who had one just like that.”
Shane’s fountain pens were all of this brand.
“Oh, if you don’t mind me asking, who might that person be?” There was a glow in Plumlee’s eyes.
However, Natalie did not notice it. She smiled as she put pen to paper. “He was my direct superior at my previous job.”
Isn’t that Mr. Shane?
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