Morrison's voice took on a softer, almost apologetic tone. "Sorry, Mr. East, but there's nothing we can do. Other clients have urgent needs as well."
If Caspian hadn't already figured out that this was all part of a larger plan, he'd truly be missing the point. His hand clenched around the lighter before slamming it onto the desk. "I want to speak with your boss directly!"
"Feel free," Morrison responded smoothly, barely hiding his amusement. "Just remember to contact her around noon or evening Central City time. She's in school during the day." With that, he ended the call, a smug smile creeping across his face.
Caspian had no idea how deep the trap Lyra had set truly ran.
Though boiling with frustration, Caspian maintained his composure. He waited until the clock hit 7 p.m. Central City time, then dialed Lyra's number.
"Hello," came her calm, emotionless greeting. There was no indication in her voice that she knew why he was calling.
