Cherry froze, her breath hitching in surprise. "¿Qué demonios? (What the hell?)" she thought, her hand tightening around the phone.
"The boss of the casino?" she echoed internally, in her thoughts, she felt confused.
"What is this guy even talking about?"
Cherry frowned. She knew for certain it wasn't the boss's assistant.
She could recall her voice was a perfect, sharp, no-nonsense female voice.
She realized with a groan that she'd answered the call in such a rush that she hadn't even glanced at the caller ID.
Although she had glanced at the screen, her mind was frantically somewhere else.
Sure, her eyes had skimmed the screen earlier, but her thoughts were racing in every direction except the one that mattered.
The man's voice cut through her chaotic thoughts again, calm and confident. "Sí, señorita (Yes, miss), forget the kitchen—you should worry more about what you've done to the boss's state of mind."