Don got out of the shower hearing his phone ringing. He felt excited to see the name on the display.
"Heather!" he exclaimed. Silence answered him. Don thought he heard before the front door slam, but he preferred to make sure he was alone in the apartment.
He finally picked up.
"You're talking to me at last," he hissed furiously into the receiver.
"I heard you wanted to contact me," Nelson replied gently, "so I'm calling. How can I help you?"
"First race! You promised for Paxton it would be a disaster! Meanwhile, he is more popular after it than before! "
"I promised it would be the beginning of the end for him, and it is. The plan started off brilliantly. "
"Second place and even more popularity is the beginning of the end for you?"
"Don, control your nerves, please. You were supposed to trust me. I asked you for patience. "
"But the results are not what I expected!"
