When the dialing tone beeped, Arielle felt her heart racing anxiously.
It wasn't her first time calling Vinson. In fact, she had called Vinson countless times, but she couldn't explain why she was nervous this time.
After a couple of rings, the call went through.
“Hello? Vinson...”
Arielle's voice was hasty, but it was Rayson who replied, “Ms. Moore, what can I do for you?”
Hearing his voice, Arielle went pale.
“Where is Vinson?” she asked curtly. Right then, she didn't know how to feel.
Was it disappointment? Fury?
It was none of those. Instead, she felt empty, as though her entire being was floating in the air.
Rayson replied politely, “Mr. Nightshire is in the middle of a meeting, so I am keeping his phone for him. Please let me know what you need, and I'll relay your message to him after his meeting comes to an end.”
“No need,” Arielle blurted out, her voice frosty.
She quickly realized she shouldn’t be venting her anger at Rayson. Softening her voice, she said, “You don’t have to tell him I called. It isn't anything important.”
“Oh, I see. All right.”
“Also...” Arielle couldn't help but ask, “Is he busy recently?”
“Yes,” came Rayson's reply. “We have a huge project that requires his full attention, so he'll be pretty busy these few days.”
“Got it.” Arielle nodded and relaxed. “I won't keep you, then. Bye!”
She cut the line and took a taxi to Maureen's Kitchen.
Initially, she wanted Vinson to join her for lunch back at Maple Mansion, but she decided to head to Maureen's Kitchen since he was busy.
The only way to stop herself from overthinking was to keep herself busy.
Back at the CEO's office in Nightshire Group, Rayson returned the phone to Vinson, who was standing right beside him. He asked worriedly, “Mr.
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