His presence loomed closer, and Sabrina shifted her gaze elsewhere.
Tyrone dialed Kylan’s number.
In a matter of seconds, the call connected.
“Hello? Miss Chavez?”
Kylan asked.
Silence met Kylan’s inquiry.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Hello? Hello? Miss Chavez? Is everything all right?” Kylan continued.
Tyrone didn’t reply to Kylan.
After roughly ten seconds, Kylan heard a faint female voice from the other end of the
phone, “No one answered?”
Kylan found himself in a state of bewilderment. Hadn’t he answered the call?
“No,” Tyrone responded, his voice clear and assertive, as he held the phone in his grasp.
With this statement, he elegantly swiped his finger across the screen, choosing to
terminate the call.
Upon hearing the incessant dial tone on the phone, Kylan stared at the screen, perplexed
by the unusual turn of events.
Had he, in fact, heard Tyrone’s voice?
In an unexpected realization, Kylan swiftly composed a message to the secretaries, saying,
“Do not answer if Miss Chavez calls you!”
In subsequent attempts, Tyrone endeavored to reach two more secretaries, but none of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthem answered.
He turned to Sabrina with a somewhat awkward expression.
“Perhaps they are presently occupied.”
Was it merely a coincidence?
Sabrina assumed control of the phone and scrutinized the call log.
Indeed, no one had answered. Moreover, Tyrone had deftly deleted the call record with
Kylan when he sought out other secretaries.
Taking the first call to some other secretary, Sabrina inquired, “Did you try contacting
Kylan?”
“I’m uncertain if he’s completed his tasks for the day. Let me make the call,” Tyrone said.
Tyrone dialed Kylan’s number once more.