Caesar O’n finished the shoot that had started at dawn and left work a little earlier than usual. As soon as he got home and reached to turn on the lights and head toward the kitchen, his phone in his pocket began to vibrate.

‘Is that Dale.’

Caesar naturally pulled the phone out and tucked it between his shoulder and his ear.

“How did it go?”

Dale’s brisk reply came without any greeting; it might have sounded curt, but Dale answered in an upbeat voice.

It’s exactly as the boss’s partner wrote.

There was a rustling like wind over the speaker as if Dale was catching his breath.

After a short silence, his voice continued.

He’s working with outlets that churn out scandal sheets. He mainly makes the incidents his clients want and turns them into copy.

Not an unexpected answer. Caesar asked Dale another question right away.

“Did you ask why he gave the GPS?”

Oh, yeah! He really tr...

Volume 1 Chapter 11

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