Lake Or No Lake, You Mean Nothing To Me.

Alistair heaved a heavy sigh, his eyes following Owen’s retreating form as he entered his room. “He’s too naïve.” He muttered under his breath, his hand coming up to rub his forehead. “What am I going to do with him?” As if his prayers had been answered, his phone suddenly buzzed, and his boss’s name lit up on the screen. ‘Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.’ He thought, picking the device and answering the call. “Yes sir?” His voice was stern, and he stood straight, like he would if he was speaking to him in person. “Is the rumor true?” The voice of the CEO of SG Entertainment boomed. Alistair flinched at the harshness of his voice. “Not at all.” He persuaded, wishing the CEO didn’t hear how his voice dipped when he lied. “You know the press is, Sir.” The other end was silent and Alistair wiped the bead of sweat forming on his forehead. At last, the CEO spoke. “Give the phone to him.” His demand caught Alistair offguard. “Pardon?” “I know you’re in his apartment, so before I come