Minions of Rachel? Interesting I thought, taking another bite of the chocolate bar, the last one actually. My stomach grumbled when I was done, but I ignored it and stood up from the chair. I was done with hearing them speak.
I walked to the dustbin that was just next to the door, and dropped the wrap inside.
"But to be honest, she might not go with the idea. As a matter of fact, she hasn't responded to any of my texts since yesterday, or is it only me?"
I paused, wanting to hear this.
"Not at all. I think the queen might have confiscated her phone, or she just doesn't want to talk."
