As Lila recited the number, Cherry's heart raced with hope. If they could reach out to someone who could help, it might be a way to ensure both Lila's safety and a strategic advantage over her manager.
"Let's get Mr. Harper on the line," her manager said, his fingers tapping quickly on the screen. Cherry felt the weight of the moment—the future of their plan hinged on this call.
With Lila sitting beside her, Cherry watched anxiously as her manager dialed. The phone rang, each tone amplifying the tension in the room.
"Come on, pick up," he muttered under his breath.
Finally, a gravelly voice answered. "Harper."
"It's me," her manager said, his voice steady but urgent. "We need your help."
"Who is this?" Harper replied, suspicion evident in his tone.
