While thinking of ways to deal with the problems present, someone suddenly rang the doorbell of Viola's house.
The sharp sound echoed through the quiet morning, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Who could it be this early in the morning? she wondered.
Viola frowned slightly. She rarely had visitors, especially not at this hour. Most people from work would call before coming over, and her address is not public.
Carefully, she approached the door and looked at the monitor beside it to check who it was.
To her surprise, it was a staff member from her agency named Francine.
Viola quickly opened the door and was greeted by the familiar face of a woman slightly older than her, with brown hair tied neatly behind her head and sharp black eyes that showed both relief and worry.
"Oh, Viola!" Francine exclaimed the moment the door opened.
"Everyone was looking for you yesterday. They tried to contact you, but your phone was found on your table. So here."
She handed Viola her phone.
