Angel eagerly awaited the moment the call would connect, holding the phone close to her ear, and as soon as the call was answered, she promptly stated, "Arthur," she uttered.
On the other end of the line, Arthur clicked his tongue—a sharp, deliberate sound that oozed his irritation.
He knew exactly why she was calling, and the realization only deepened his displeasure.
"You know, Angel," he began, his voice deceptively calm, though the underlying tension was unmistakable. "I just walked out of a rather grueling conference, and I would really appreciate it if you didn't add to my list of complications right now."
His tone was controlled, but the barely restrained fury simmering beneath it was impossible to miss.
Angel scoffed, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Seriously, Arthur? This is about the same arrangement you orchestrated, isn't it?"
