Phoebe got home just to get to her room she was welcomed with her mother's questioning look.
Oh my, she's in big trouble.
Looking at her mother's folded arms she wondered what was her mother thinking of.
"Dear you have an explanation to do," Laurence stated as Phoebe froze on her stand, did she hear it right?
Her mum came down the stairs, walking towards her as Phoebe had anxiety rubbing her palm nervously.
What was she going to say to her mother?
"Mother, what are you talking about?" Phoebe stammered trying to speak as normally as she could.
Her mum's eyes were glaring at her like she was going to be given a death sentence, probably a sentence that was not going to be suitable for her.
"What are you saying? Tell me you don't know what I'm saying, why were you absent from the office, I called the office line and your secretary said you were not at the office and that you'd gone out, where did you go to?"
