"Call the PR support team and let them know that Mi is dead!"

Hearing Zhang Tianyu speak without much feeling in his voice made the aide stiffen slightly in his seat . The phone was on hands free any time he rode with the President of Zhang Corporation, because of times like this .

"Yes! President Zhang, I'll do so right away . "

Gao Yifeng with one at the wheel and the other he reached across the dashboard to dial the direct number to Zhang Corporation's PR support team, the phone was picked up by the third ring .

" Good evening PR support specialist, Mao speaking . How could can I be of a.s.sistance?"

The voice on the other end sounded cordial, as the aide of Zhang Tianyu replied, "This Gao Yifeng, aide to President Zhang . . . "

The PR support team didn't have the phone number of the aide stored on their phone, but they knew the number of President Zhang Tianyu by heart . It would have been easier if Zhang Tianyu had made the call himself, but he was being testy by trying to dump his irritation on the aide .

"Is President Zhang with you? There are reporters in front of the company, they've set up camp outside . That's the situation we are currently dealing with . . . "

When Zhang Tianyu heard the voice of Mr Mao the forty something year man, who had put in more than ten years of service with the company speak, that was when he cut in to let the man on the other end know of he was actually in the car with his aide .

"Leave them be, I want a press conference called through the usual news outlet, to announce the sudden pa.s.sage of Zhang Mi, my older brother's only child . Work on it and soon as possible, it has to be held this evening . The funeral is scheduled to be the next morning . "

An audible gasp came across very loud and clear, the current manager heading the PR support team of Zhang Corporation, Mr Mao could not for the life of him have guessed that was what the call was all about .

"Miss Zhang . . . is dead? . . . "

This made the thinly stretched patience of Zhang Tianyu to snap, barking at the other man in anger, "She is dead! Just call a press conference, so that I can tell the press what led to her sudden demise! This has to be wrapped up today!"

The other man began to apologize profusely, "I'm so sorry President Zhang, I meant no offense, please overlook my lack of understanding . "

Gao Yifeng kept his eyes on the road and the rearview mirror almost simultaneously to clue him in one what Zhang Tianyu would be doing next . It didn't take long for him to motion with his hand across his neck for Gao Yifeng to end the call .

The drive resumed to it's original silence, pregnant with heavy tension .

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At Pan Tingzhe's home, Tao Jun still sat bound to the chair, reeking of musk, vomit and stale perfume . Helplessly under the control of the s.a.d.i.s.tic pediophile who wore the mask of a saint .