Author Perspective.
Elizabeth was pacing here and there in her room. From one hand she was calling someone, with the other hand she was running her hand through her hair. It looks like no one was picking p from other side it really pissed off Elizabeth. She called once more and this time it got cut from other line. She called another time and she cut the call again. Elizabeth looked at the phone disbelief. She was surprised that someone was cutting her call. That someone like can cut her call.
In anger she raised her hand and was almost smack the her phone but suddenly a call came up on it. Her hand stopped in air as the calling voice echo in the room. She pull the phone in front of her and saw the call name.
Bitch don't know how to respect.
