Owen drummed his fingers on the desk, his face giving nothing away. After a few moments of silence, he stood up decisively. "I''m curious to see what they''re up to," he said, a hint of intrigue in his voice.


    Johnny shot him a nce but didn''t say a word, simply falling in step behind him.


    When they reached the conference room, Johnny loitered by the door instead of going in. Just as Owen pushed the door open, Johnny caught a glimpse of some folks from the inspection department through the gap. What were they doing here?


    Johnny lingered at the door for a bit, his mind wandering back to the online drama. He headed back to his office and made a few calls to start handling the situation.


    Just as he finished, his phone rang again. Seeing it was Autumn, he quickly answered, "Hey, Autumn."


    "Johnny, is my brother busy? I''ve been calling him, but no answer," Autumn sounded a bit frantic.


    "Owen''s in a meeting right now. Is something wrong?" Johnny asked.


    Autumn ran a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated. "It''s not super urgent, but Owen''s Twitter is blowing up. Have you seen it?"


    Johnny had a feeling this call might be about the social media chaos. "Yeah, I''ve got people on it. It should be sorted by now. Don''t stress about your brother—"


    "I''m not worried about him! I''m worried about my sister who''s caught in the middle of this!" Autumn interrupted, clearly irritated.


    Johnny was momentarily speechless. "Your sister?" He finally asked, puzzled.


    Wasn''t Autumn Owen''s only sister? Where did this other sistere from?


    "The girl in the photo, the one they''re saying Owen is keeping, little Mira! That''s who I''m talking about!" Autumn rified.


    Johnny, who wasn''t into celebrity gossip, couldn''t help but think, isn''t she from the Davis family?


    How did she be his sister?


    "Even if the posts about him are gone, my sister is still being dragged through the mud. Ugh, my brother is such a headache. Anyway, it''s tooplicated to exin now. Just have him call me back when he can, okay? I''m hanging up now, Johnny."


    As the call ended, Johnny felt even more confused. It was like they were talking in circles.


    Shaking his head, he called the web monitoring department to make sure all posts about Owen on Twitter were deleted and any further discussions were stopped.


    "What? Someone else got to Twitter before you could handle it? Alright, got it."


    Ending the call, Johnny was still puzzled. Could the higher-ups have already taken action?


    **


    "James, I''ve deleted that tweet about Ms. Mirabe and Owen," Curtis said, hisptop on hisp, fingers flying over the keyboard. After a pause, he added, "But now there are a ton of new posts about Ms. Mirabe, like someone''s trying to stir things up."


    Curtis might have been a hacker, but even he couldn''t control every user''s posts. With so much information, it was impossible to manage it all, despite his efforts.


    James narrowed his eyes, his fingers idly spinning his phone. "Find out who''s behind it."


    Curtis stayed focused on hisptop screen. "The posts are from throwaway ounts... I''ll track the IPs, see if I can pin down a location."


    The rest is still to be written...