Buzz!
My phone vibrates upon my table, slowly slipping towards the edge.
I'm pissed as this is the fifth time I've been called in two minutes and I wonder if the person who's calling repeatedly cannot understand that there are what they call working hours.
The repeating ringing of the phone gives me a headache that I growl with irritation.
Tch!
"Wouldn't you pick that up Alpha, I'm certain whoever is calling would not stop, besides it'll help you put an end to the disturbance quite quickly," George tells me.
I see the reasoning in his words and reach for my phone, and with a dreadful sigh answer the call.
"What is it?" I ask, making sure not to hide the fact that I'm annoyed by whoever's on the phone.
"Dexter…"
My sanity snaps at the weak shaking voice of Vida, I hear her sniffles
