"Mrs. D'Souza, could you kindly come with me?" Obin said as he came back.
"Yes," Anne said with a nod. Robert was going to follow her, but Obin stopped.
"Mr. D'Souza, I just asked for Mrs. D'Souza, not you," Obin said.
"Babe, let me handle it," Anne murmured while holding Robert's hands. 'If he goes with me, I will not be able to do what I want. So, it's better if he stays here.' Anne thought. Obin led Anne to a private room and handed her the phone.
She grabbed his phone and stammered, "Hello!" in a shaky voice.
"Yes, Mrs. D'Souza." Anne heard a stern voice from the other side of the phone.
"Mr...." Anne said.
"Houston. You may call me Huston," he added.
'Huston! It reminds me of something I've heard before.' Anne thought as she nervously nibbled her nails.
"It reminds me of something I've already heard," out of curiosity, Anne stated.
