Yale Group.
As soon as Zoe Yale entered the Investment Department, she heard everyone gathered together, chattering incessantly.
"What do you think is going on, Mr. Frans has only been at work for two days, and suddenly he's taken leave?"
"I heard he's ill, but I don't know the specifics…"
"What illness? I heard he got beaten up. His face is all wrapped up in gauze; it looks like the injuries are serious..."
"I believe that. My friend who works at the Golf Course told me that yesterday two people were sent to the hospital. They said it was a fight they started themselves. Do you think these rich people are sick in the head, even having this kind of fetish for beating themselves up…"
Everyone was talking at once, endlessly discussing the messages they had just heard.
When Zoe Yale thought about the photo on her cell phone, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
