“The internet will be on fire.” Primrose said as Egan began to close her door.

“What?” He paused, laughing.

“They would tear your mistress apart.” She said,

“You would like that, huh?” He chuckled, closing the door finally. 

He could see her frowning at him from behind the shiny dark glass and his smile seemed to grow broader.

He got in the car and pulled out of the building, joining the traffic of cars leaving the event. 

He glanced at Primrose again and again, ...