Jace Pierce typed: What time?
Ryan Pierce replied quickly, [Probably just got home now.]
Jace Pierce glanced at the time; it was 8 PM, and he still had unfinished work, hadn't even had dinner yet.
Jace Pierce sent a message to Kane Townsend, [Come out and have dinner with me.]
Jace Pierce waited for two minutes, but his phone stayed silent.
He continued working, signing documents with a flourish.
As time ticked by, Kane Townsend still hadn't replied, and Jace Pierce's patience was wearing thin.
He lifted his left hand, irritably tugging at his loose tie.
With a snap, he tossed his pen onto the table, making a considerable noise.
Jace Pierce picked up his phone again.
Fine.
Not responding, huh?
Then I'll call, and keep calling until you answer!
...
Kane Townsend took the elevator to the 21st floor.
Her newly purchased apartment on the 23rd floor was still under renovation, with plans to modify it.
