CHARLES’ hand tightened around the phone, pacing the length of his spacious living room. His flip-flop clicked against the marble tiles with every frustrated step. The anger simmering inside him refused to die down. He had tried, tried so hard to ignore Ken’s relentless calls, but now, the sheer audacity of Amelia had pushed him over the edge.
“Bro, please pick up, this is urgent,” he muttered through gritted teeth, dialing Marcus again.
After a few tense rings, Marcus finally picked up.
“Hey yo,” Marcus said, voice half-distracted, half-annoyed, as though he had been pulled away from something important.
“Guy, I told you,” Charles blurted, pacing faster.
“Told me what?” Marcus asked, curiosity breaking through his irritation.
“I told you guys… something is off about Amelia—”
“You h
