Phoebe's POV
I slipped on a pair of medical gloves, cracked open the machine, and gently extracted a vial. After examining the separated compounds, I transferred them into another device.
Every time I worked in my lab, I made sure to silence my phone so nobody could interrupt me.
When I finally stripped off my gloves and stepped out of the lab, it was already late in the evening.
Darkness had settled outside, and my stomach growled loudly in protest. That's when it hit me—I hadn't touched a single bite of food all day.
I happened to check the security monitor and completely froze.
There on the screen was Harold, pacing anxiously at my front gate, with Alistair right next to him, pounding on the door and shouting my name.
I was speechless.
I pressed my palm against my forehead, grabbed the intercom, and said, "Mr. Bailey."
My voice came out scratchy since I hadn't eaten anything all day.
My sudden voice made both worried men at the gate jump.
