The next morning when Evelyn Clayton woke up, Jas Grant was already gone.
A note was left on the bedside table in Jas Grant’s handwriting, saying they’d et again in the evening and he left breakfast for her in the living room.
Evelyn Clayton dragged her sowhat sore body out and saw warm porridge and delicate pastries on the dining table, still retaining so warmth.
Evelyn Clayton sat down at the table but didn’t pick up her chopsticks.
She looked at the breakfast spread absentmindedly, then took out her phone to check.
The news online about the jumper suicide had already fernted, and soone had ntioned the place Julia Lawrence worked at before she died—Gem.
Evelyn Clayton scanned through it briefly, and so far there hadn’t been any particularly bad comnts, just quite a few people wondering why Gem was trending again.
Suddenly, Yara Reagan called.
Evelyn Clayton answered, her voice hoarse, "What’s up?"
Yara Reagan seed startled and asked in return, "Have you caught a cold? Is your throat uncomfortable?"
Evelyn Clayton’s cheeks ward slightly, and she softly coughed, "It’s nothing, maybe I caught a chill. Why are you calling so early?"
"Oh!" Yara Reagan was sowhat jumpy, her voice carrying urgency, "There are a lot of dia gathered outside the company; they all want to interview you! I feel like leaving them out there isn’t good, makes it seem like we’re guilty of sothing."
Evelyn Clayton’s expression beca more serious, "When did these people start waiting?"
"Seems like over half an hour ago!" Yara Reagan remained anxious. "Rhys Jacobs ca early today and notified as soon as he saw them, I just got here."
Evelyn Clayton got up to put on clothes and shoes, "Got it, I’m heading over right now."
Rushing out the door, Evelyn Clayton drove to the company.
When her car reached the street in front of the building where Gem was located, she saw a large number of dia reporters with caras gathered at the main entrance, which made her scalp tingle a bit.
Initially, she wanted to turn the car around and enter through another door of the building, but after so thought, Evelyn Clayton steeled herself and drove towards the main entrance.
As soon as her car stopped nearby, soone quickly noticed her.
"Evelyn Clayton is over there!"
"The president of Gem!"
The calls of different sizes instantly caught the attention of the dia reporters, who sward over, quickly surrounding the car tightly.
Evelyn Clayton took a deep breath, got out of the car, and walked into the crowd.
"Director Clayton, do you know Julia Lawrence?"
"Director Clayton, was the girl who recently committed suicide here an employee of your company?"
"Does the girl’s suicide have anything to do with her previous employnt here?!"
Countless voices drilled into her ears, the sharp and disrespectful questions filled her eardrums, making Evelyn Clayton’s expression grow increasingly grave.
Finally, she stopped in her tracks, looking toward the reporters surrounding her.
Seeing her stop, the reporters couldn’t help but pause as well.
The sounds of cara flashes were incessant, never-ending.
Evelyn Clayton took a silent breath and solemnly said, "Ladies and gentlen, the police are still investigating the jumper incident. Asking for details is less effective than directly asking the police."
"Who invited you here, I’m not saying, but I’m sure you all know in your hearts. Whether you truly want to clear the deceased girl’s na or just want to hype this hot topic for attention, you know in your hearts too. I think there’s no need to put on a show by asking here."
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