"I..." Enna Clark finally got through to him on the phone, but upon hearing the cold and emotionless male voice on the other side, her throat seemed to tighten, and she didn't know what to say.
In the past, Baron Lawrence had moments where he was hot-tempered and spoke harshly, but it had never seemed as distant as it did now.
As if he was not familiar with her.
She took a few deep breaths, quickly adjusted her emotions, and tried to make her voice sound normal, "I got up and saw you weren't here, so I wanted to call and ask if you'd be back by noon. If you will be, Bobby and I will wait for you for lunch. If not, we'll take care of it ourselves."
"I'm busy."
"I..."
Enna hadn't even finished speaking when she realized, with astonishment, that the line had gone dead on the other end.
Baron Lawrence had hung up on her!
She stared at the hotel entrance where the Lincoln had stopped, her mood plummeting instantly…
...
In the Presidential Suite.
