Kevin glanced at his watch, a look of annoyance creasing his features as it vibrated. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen, prompting an exasperated thought, 'Ugh, just when it's snu-snu time.'
While Kevin's mood soured, Sia's demeanor seemed a touch more cheerful. Annoyedly waving his hand in the air, Kevin begrudgingly answered the call. "Hello?"
"Good day. Am I speaking with Mr. Kevin Morrison?" A professionally poised female voice emanated from the other end.
Kevin's brows furrowed in puzzlement. "Yes, but who's this?"
"My apologies for any inconvenience. I'm Samira Benvar. You might recall I assisted in your registration at the Cultivations Association a few weeks ago," the voice explained.
