CHAPTER 37
Vextral's phone rang, slicing through the tension. The sudden sound startled both of them.
He stood up slowly—unhurried, controlled—and walked to his desk. He glanced at the phone before pressing the slide button to answer and lifted it to his ear.
"Go ahead." His voice shifted instantly into something cold and businesslike. Serious. It was the call he anticipated for his upcoming mission from the deal he made with one of his acquaintances. He remained facing the desk and the shelves of books behind the leather chair.
Rizika watched the change in him, the way a single call could snap him into another version of himself. She blinked when a thought suddenly occurred to her that this could be her chance to get away.
