"What did he say?" Elliot sat in his chair, picked up the glass of milk, and took a sip.

"He asked about Avery and hung up."

After breakfast, Elliot went upstairs to get his phone. Chad had called him early in the morning. Something must have happened.

Elliot picked his phone up and pressed the power button once. The screen did not light up as expected.

He pressed the power button longer. His phone turned on. He furrowed his brows. He did not remember switching off his phone the night before. "Why is it switched off?" he thought.

Once his phone booted up, a bunch of messages and missed-called notifications flooded his phone. His chest tightened, and he tapped on the messages.

[Mr. Foster, have you seen the news today? I've seen it and lost all appetite for breakfast.]

[Mr. Foster, what is your stance on Eric Santos? I don't understand. I'm in shock.]

[Mr. Foster, are you not boycotting Eric anymore? Can we partner up with him again?]

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After looking at the messages, Elliot