Click.
Karel, who was in the middle of opening the drawer of Staylie’s nightstand, suddenly turned his head—toward the main door of her room.
"Oh, shoot!" Karel quickly hid himself.
Fire. Fire. Boom.. Boom.. Boom!
That was the ringtone of Staylie’s phone—yet again a different one. No surprise there—she’s the kind of person who gets bored easily and ends up changing everything on her phone.
Staylie didn’t enter her room just yet. She quietly closed the door again and walked off to find a more comfortable spot to take the call. It was just the usual—one of her father Atmadja’s clients, who liked to pester her at all hours. If she ignored the call, she’d get in trouble for it later.
"Hello..." Staylie answered the call, her phone still in hand.
Inside the room, Karel remained hidden next to the large wardrobe—still on edge. Even after waiting and waiting… five minutes had gone by, and still, Staylie hadn’t come back into the room.
Hhuuhh...