Garrett
He went through his list of contacts and found one Gregory Blackwell, dialled the number and waited. It took almost a full minute before it was picked up, “Mr Owens?” the man answered his phone. Which told Garrett he had his number saved to his phone, probably from their last meeting over a month ago; good it saved him making introductions.
“Mr Blackwell, my day is not so fun over here. I have a very upset secretary, who was literally sick to her stomach at what she just saw in this morning’s papers.”
“Oh, yours isn’t fun, my son is being dragged through the mud because of that secretary of yours.”
“No, he’s not. From her reaction to the reports, which was complete and utter shock, and then her going completely pale at seeing the papers, I seriously doubt she did this at all.”
