"I'm sorry, Miss. The CEO is not on the seat at the moment, but you can leave a message," Brian said politely.
Fiona exhaled sharply, forcing a polite smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"It's personal. Never mind. I'll talk to him on the phone," she replied with restrained courtesy. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Miss."
Without another word, Fiona turned on her heel and left the company.
—
At home, silence greeted her.
She lay on her bed, motionless, eyes fixed on her phone like it had personally offended her existence. The screen glowed faintly in the dim room, illuminating the string of unanswered messages like evidence of deliberate neglect.
[{LUNATIC 👿}
Hi, can we talk when you're free? — Monday
Hello, are you free to talk? — Tuesday
Why aren't you replying? — Tuesday
You promised to help me get revenge — Wednesday
Are you chickening out? I came to the office today, you weren't around — Wednesday
Hey. Hey. Are you having fun messing with me 😡? — Wednesday]
