(Author's POV)
'Arghh ... I have no choice but to call him,' Yelena ruffled a hand through her messy hair.
"Hello~..., can you~ …... can you come to pick us up?" Yelena inquired, her voice humble and obedient, as if she was aware that a scolding was about to come from the other side of the call
"Hello, Yelena? Where are you? Why is the background so noisy?" Fabian asked, his face wrinkled with confusion. He was in the banquet hall, checking up with the caterer about tomorrow's seminar.
Yelena hesitated, but what choice did she really have? She was sure that Fabian would chew them alive if he knew that, despite his warning, they went out. A frustrating sigh escaped her lips as she started, "Listen, Fabby~, here is the thing. But let me tell you this first. DON'T~ … FREAK~ …. OUT~ ...okay. Okay?" She was trying to sound casual, but her voice held a tremor.
"Yelena, you are scaring me. Out with it," Fabian urged.
