Meanwhile, on the other side, Kimberly went to knock on Daniel's door at Foster Ventures. She was on her wit's end, and Ryan was not picking up her calls.
"Please come in," came Daniel's voice and she pushed the door to walk in his cabin.
"Daniel," she greeted with a voice laced with concern. "I need your help."
Daniel looked up at her, and his brows drew together. "The PR team is directly under the orders of Mr. Foster. I think it would be better if you reach out to Ryan directly."
Kimberly shook her head. "I tried calling him but he wouldn't accept the call. And I am on my wit's end. I don't know what to do. Daniel, please help me. We can't delay for more."
Daniel frowned, not because he couldn't help Kimberly, the Chief Communication Officer, but because he truly didn't want to get involved in this mess. It was too exhaustive to even think about it. But then it was also the responsibility, he couldn't shake away.