The third point of view
Eden glanced at his wristwatch, he was restless. It was way past the time the show ended already yet, Maya had not arrived. Did she change her mind by chance? Or was the interview taking long?
He was just about to call her when the phone he used for work-related calls rang. At first, he ignored it but picked at the second ring.
"What is it?" He was vexed.
"We have a problem," His assistant went ahead to brief him on the current happening.
"Shit," Eden cursed, took out his other phone, and searched the internet at once.
"Fuck it," he cursed as he scrolled down the numerous news from various sources on the web page.
"I need the news brought down at once," he spoke into the other phone hastily," And contact the public relations department! I want them back to work -"
"But sir, this is nighttime. Who would leave their -"
