Mark raised one eyebrow, "Who is it?"
Isabella smirked, "I quite like your Editorial Chief".
Mark: Mr. Alexander Robinson?
Isabella: Hm.
Mark: You both know each other?
Isabella: Not really. I know him but he doesn't.
Mark: ?
Isabella: Just a tiny little secret from the past.
Mark: Well, I know he is excellent at his job, though I don't know how far his skills can take him yet. I'd like to see it then.
Isabella: Right now, we'll just see how Miss Ishikawa carry out her plan. So, it's not necessary to tell him now.
Mark: Alright.
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'Should I go and ask that person why she was behaving like that?', Alex wondered as it kept distracting him. 'No, finish your papers'. He tried to focus but failed again, 'But...why was she crying?'
He kept losing focus on his work so he decided to face her up front. He got up and thought of waiting by the main entrance.
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Melissa wiped her tears and looked for her bag hurriedly. She kept panting trying to stop herself from crying as she rummaged through her bag looking for her phone in it. She dialed Matthew, "Please pick up the phone!"
Matthew was driving with Cindy by his side when his phone rang. He took out the phone from his pocket and hung up after seeing the caller.
Melissa: No... no... pick up the damn phone!!
Melissa tried again and again but Matthew kept hanging up.
Cindy noticed Matthew hanging up the phone several times, "Pick it up, maybe it's important".
Matthew: It's alright, I don't talk in phone while driving.
Cindy raised one eyebrow, "But...I've seen you do it several times when I called you".
Matthew sulked, "People change Cindy, learn to live with it".
Cindy: What a load of crap.
Melissa, on the other hand, is dying from frustration for not being able to tell him the danger weavering on him, "IT'S NO TIME TO CARE ABOUT CINDY, MATTHEW!!" Suddenly her phone rang. She hurried to pick it up thinking Matthew called back, her face turned pale as soon as she saw who called. She swallowed the lump in her throat and received it, "Hello..."
Dylan Davis: Hello dear daughter.
Melissa's voice was shaking from fear, "What do you want again?"
Dylan Davis: Just want to let you know, your phone always had a call tracer which can record the calls and tell me what you're talking about. It can also record your surroundings and send me the audio. So it's useless to alert him in call or in person. Don't even think about destroying the phone. If you try it, it will blow up killing you, so think before you take any step. Bye sweety, don't trouble daddy anymore. Love you.
Dylan hung up.
Melissa sat there with the phone still on her ear, she didn't know what to do. She didn't have much time to fix everything. "Is this the reason why he could tell my every move? I can't believe I was the puppet all this time!"
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