Little Red Mark.

Somewhere in Mexico, He had just finished a business conference call, dressed in a fancy bath robe when he got a video call request from the person he had appointed as supervisor somewhere in Oslo. The name read; Jaxson, and so he took the call without hesitation. A few seconds later, the picture was up o a huge 75 inch Television which he had connected his phone to, and Jaxson, who was smiling widely, greeted him. "Hello Sir, how have you been doing?" He asked, his gaze not meeting the screen, but rather, at the floor. "Pleasant." Came his pale response. "How's things with the journalist department? Were you people finally able to be competent and get me a good story?" "Eh, about that Sir," The head journalist stuttered a bit under his boss's gaze. "We were able to secure the company a story, a rather juicy one at that, but along the line while recording with the client, Journalist Winslow had a issue, now she's being restricted from uploading the story." The man in the bathrobe raise