"I'm listening, Sir." Lucas replied.
As he stood a few steps away behind the blond's slightly trembling back, the burly man felt conflicted about what to do.
It's clear what had happened to the model, the untouched foods on the dining table gave him the idea of what might have caused Ryley to cry.
It wouldn't be hard to tell that he had cried alone in the dining table from his choked voice, but Lucas didn't want to immediately accuse the empty seat across from the model as the reason.
"I've never done this before because I usually ignore petty trolls," Ryley said, sniveling a little as he tried to normalize his breath. "Can you track down an anonymous email? I mean, the sender."
Lucas blinked in surprise when he heard it. He had expected Ryley to tell him his problem but he asked him about tracking down an anonymous email instead.
