Chapter Ninety Eight

Andrew took a deep breath.

He stood in the doorway of his unit while staring at Macy's unit door with his arms folded in front of his chest. It's almost eight o'clock, but the editor isn't back yet – out of nowhere. He can't even reach her phone. The messages sent by him were not answered either.

"Where are you, Macy?" he muttered quietly.

Then he took his cell phone out of his jeans pocket. Maybe he could ask someone close enough to his lover. He pressed someone's contact and then waited until he heard a dial tone.

"Yes?"

"Send the lawyer number given by Macy to take care of the previous’ obsessive fan problem. Lawyer Kim."

There was a sigh from the other end of the phone.

"I sent a message. But why did you ask for the number?”

"There's something I want to ask. Thank you, Dave." And the phone line is disconnected.