I HAVE no choice but to lift the telephone and received the call. The owner isn’t here. I am not sure who it was. I just answered the call.
“Come to the office within five minutes,” the other line said before hanging the phone and even before I utter a word.
“He—” The line cut after he ended.
I was about to say ‘hello, who is he?’ but he end up the call in an instant.
Without guessing, I already know who the caller was. No other than Mister Trevor Hunters—himself.
Did he say I should come to the office within fifteen—darn! I have to hurry now.
I rush to open his main door and walk straight to his office, which was a few doors from his unit.
I was about to knock when it opens quickly before my eyes. I walk inside his cozy office. The atmosphere looks serious, which makes me nervous. Did I make a mistake today?
“I did not touch any of your things,” I uttered while looking at his back. His office chair is facing me the opposite, as I can see is the back of his chair only.