"Are you saying that President Quinn blocked my phone?" Nina King's face darkened further. It's not like she's a man, why block her phone?
She's not trying to steal his woman!
"Probably."
"Can you show up at the company on time tomorrow? I have something to discuss with you!"
"Sure, sure," Melody Thorne compromised.
Nina King left satisfied, not forgetting to glance at Jared Quinn as she walked away.
Melody Thorne got into the car, sitting in the passenger seat, her long legs crossed and occasionally swinging. She reached out a hand, "Give me the phone!"
Jared Quinn started the car, handed over his phone. Melody Thorne opened it up, intending to block a few of his business partners' or shareholders' numbers. But as she looked through, she discovered all the numbers in Jared Quinn's phone were odd.
His contact list was simple; apart from notes on his family members, there was Mr. Quinn and Mrs. Quinn, then Howard Seymour and Mrs. Sila, and her, with no other notes.
