Damian's POV
I took my phone, and I called Andrew.
"Hello Mr Sinclair, how can I help you?" he asked over the phone.
I had given my decision a series of thoughts in the past few seconds and it was worth giving a shot at least, it was better to try and fail than not to try at all.
"I need you to contact the blogger, and before you say anything, I know she's strong headed, and wouldn't spill the name of her source even if her head was between a guillotine, but tell her I need to see her and it has nothing to do with this post she made" I said.
"Then why contact her in this first place?"
"Tell her I have a job for her"
"Sir, is something going on? you have a job for a blogger? She's dirty, and you know that"
