"Alright, alright, I don't need you here right now. You can go, but please close the door behind you."
The young lady obediently left, worried as she moved, scared that they might talk about the phone call she never made.
Oh dear, it was her fault. She had said she'd be right back, but she never dialled the number. Please, she prayed, let them not talk about that!
But even as she was reassuring herself, her heart was filled with anxiety.
George Flack knew that he didn't have a lot of time. He needed to hurry back. Maybe, Aria Grant was waking up. He checked his phone. There were no messages from Aria, thankfully.
That was perhaps the only comforting thought for George Flack. He firmly believed that if Aria woke up, she'd send him a message but the absence of a message meant that she had not yet awoken. After all, she had no idea about the emotional turmoil he was undergoing.
