While Esme was lost in a world of silks and satins, Silas received a call from an unknown number. He walked out to the balcony to answer the call.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Sullivan, I am calling from Mr. Bass's office." The voice on the other end was smooth, yet carried a hint of steel. "Mr. Bass wants to talk to you personally. Please be at the hotel by six in the evening. He'll be waiting for you."
Silas' eyebrows drew together in a puzzled frown. It was unusual for Luis's office to contact him directly. Typically, any business matters were handled through Caleb, his assistant, who would then arrange the meeting. And it was even stranger for the meeting to be set at a hotel rather than the office.
Silas had an odd feeling – something was off. "Why at the hotel?" he questioned with growing perplexity. "We can meet at the office. I can arrange it with Caleb in a few hours."
