A not-so-good response.

Anna bit her bottom lip insistently, her nervous tic displaying how she felt even as she tried to appear calm and collected. She wondered why Damon still wasn’t home after some time waiting after returning back from the company. Where had he run off to? And why did she have a bad feeling about it ont he first place?

The redhead was glad but also kind of nervous due to how he had acted at work. She was pacing up and down in the bedroom (the only safe zone she felt she had in this penthouse), when there were sudden sounds of two short raps on the door.

“Come in,” she called out through anstrained voice, and the door opened, to reveal the butler, Bertram.

He held a phone to his ear as he entered and pressed his finger to his lips.

What? What was going on, she wondered.

Then, he held out the phone to her earnestly.

“Someone needs to speak to you,” he said in a low voice and she took the phone confusedly. Someone wanted to speak to her? Who could it be?

As soon as she placed her ear to the