(Jason's POV)
I don't answer it. Not here. Not where Caroline can see.
I walk to my office. Close the door. Sit down at my desk.
The phone stops buzzing.
Immediately starts again.
Same unknown number.
I stare at it for three more rings.
Then I answer.
"Hello?"
"Mr. York." The voice is smooth. Professional. Familiar in a way that makes my skin crawl. "It's been a long time."
I close my eyes. "Viktor."
"You remember me. I'm touched."
"Why is it you?"
"You called us. Remember?" A pause. "You asked for protection. Security beyond what normal channels can provide. We're calling to confirm we received your request."
"I—" I stop. Try to think. "I may have been hasty. The situation has changed—"
"Jason. It has only been a few years. How is it that you already forgot the way things w
