Clara's fingers hovered over the call button for a moment before she pressed it, her heart still racing from what she had just witnessed in the arena. The sound of the phone ringing echoed in the quiet control room—one ring… two rings… no answer. By the third, Reyna finally picked up, her voice dripping with irritation.
"What could possibly be so important, Clara?" Reyna snapped. "I've been buried in meetings, handling important matters. So unless you want me to lose my patience, hurry up and get to the point."
Clara swallowed hard, still trying to shake the shock of what she had seen. "It's about Aiden… The fight just now. You need to hear this."
The irritation in Reyna's voice faded, replaced by a curious silence. "Go on."
