Linda’s expression changed. “Call her again!”
“She’ll reply when she sees my missed call. What would we come across as if we kept calling her? Remember what I told you yesterday – keep your cool!” Rose reminded wearily, making Linda speechless upon hearing that.
Look at the situation now! How can I keep my cool?
She sat back on the couch exasperatedly and started doom-scrolling on social media.
Fifteen minutes later, there was still no reply.
“Shouldn’t you call her again?”
“Let’s keep waiting.” Rose’s face darkened as she finally felt that something was off.
Nevertheless, she tried to convince herself that Monica might actually be busy, so she decided to wait a bit longer.
An hour later, there was no reply to be seen. Finally, even Rose started fidgeting.
“Call her again, Mom!”
With her brows locked tightly together, she picked up her phone and called Monica again.
The situation remained the same – no one picked up.
Linda blanched. “We’re doomed. Completely doomed,” she repeated.
A severe expression flitted across Rose’s face. “I’ll try calling her assistant.”
This time around, the call was picked up in no time.
“Mrs. Benett, is there anything I can help you with?”
With a smile, Rose replied amicably, “I would just like to ask about Monica’s schedule today. What will she be up to?”
The assistant paused for a moment before replying with a laugh. “I have no clue. Why don’t you give her a call? I’m running errands for Mrs. Wickam elsewhere, so I’m not in town.”
Rose’s brows were interlocked tightly as she felt the assistant’s hesitance.
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