Celine glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then hurried into the corner and pressed the answer button.
Before the caller could speak, she unleashed a barrage of complaints.
“How many times have I told you? Don’t call unless it’s urgent—just text me! Do you have any idea how many people are watching me right now?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, guilt crept in. Maybe she’d been too harsh. She softened her voice and tried again, gentler this time. “Sorry, I’m just in a bad mood. Don’t take it personally.”
On the other end, Cliff finally got his chance to speak. He didn’t care about Celine’s attitude—after what he’d been through these past two days, who could blame him? He was desperate not to be cut off.
He rushed out, “Celine, it’s Hester… she… she’s gone. She ran away…”
The world spun around Celine. Her chest tightened.
Her voice trembled as she tried to confirm, “Are you saying Hester escaped?”
Cliff could hear the iciness in her tone and felt his heart sink. But he knew this was his fault—there was no hiding it now. He braced himself and replied, “Yeah, but don’t worry. I’ve already sent people out looking. She’s injured; she couldn’t have gotten far. The place we kept her is pretty remote. I—I’ll get her back as soon as I can.”
Cliff tried to explain, desperate not to ruin the image he’d worked so hard to build in front of Celine. It wasn’t every day he got the chance to impress her, and he didn’t want to blow it.


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