Damage Control

"Hey, get back here! Call Mr. Cross in front of me!" Desmond sounded harsh.

Stella placed the phone face-up on the table and dialed Nathaniel's number while putting the call on speaker.

Nathaniel answered in no time.

Seemingly in a good mood, he immediately chirped, "Ms. Yates, you're calling me very early today! Any instructions from you?"

"Mr. Cross, Mr. Croft would like to inquire about the ne