The night was extraordinarily quiet.
Inside the apartment, it was so quiet that she could even hear her own breath.
The sense of urgency of the unexpected call and the ringing that seemed to never stop made her feel suffocating.
Joyce held out her hand and hesitated for a moment.
What could Otis be doing calling her at this late hour?
Besides, Mr. Clark had just died, and Otis was looking for her at such a time?
"Thump-Thump-Thump!" Her heart seemed to be pounding straight against her chest disorderly.
When the ringing was about to stop, she finally pressed the answer button.
At the very moment, it would be even stranger if she did not answer the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Robertson, what do you want from me at this late hour?" Joyce had already calmed down when she picked up the phone, her voice was clear and bright, and she sounded just like her usual self.
"Ms. Knowles, what took you so long to answer the phone?" Otis' voice was slightly lowered.
"Oh, just got out of the shower. Mr. Robertson, what do you want?" Joyce said back.
"What? Can’t I call you if I have got nothing?" Otis smiled wickedly, "I missed you before I called you."
"Mr. Robertson don't make jokes. If there's nothing I'll hang up, I had a full day of meetings today and arrived home late. I'm already tired and want to rest early." Joyce frowned.
"Is that so?" Otis smiled, his meaning unclear.
Joyce's frown deepened, and she felt Otis must have known something.
"Ms. Knowles, is the design ready yet? Let's meet tomorrow and you can show it to me." Otis paused, "You're coming alone. And don't bring that guy again. What's her name, Kane?"
Joyce looked aghast. Alone?
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