"Ah, Tori," greeted a deep voice from the other side of the phone.
Victoria stood at an abandoned section of the garage as she looked out for the security camera before she spoke into the phone.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed loudly as she placed a finger inside her ear.
"No Victoria, that's no way to talk to speak to your grandfather," said the voice with a somewhat disappointed tone.
Victoria stayed in silence for a while before she ran her hands through her now silky blond locks, before running down her neck.
"Sorry grandpa," she sighed, "It's just that I feel bad for lying to Malcolm," she continued as she stated.
"Child, this is no time to feel sorry for the weak. There is going to be a time when they must fight regardless if they want to or not," said her grandfather in a philosophical voice, causing her to sigh.
"I guess you're right… Have you told Luca that I'll be home soon?"
"…"
