127 - An Illusion

“Miss Sanchez..” the designer’s assistant called with a slight bow and extended Xena’s phone to her once more. “You have another call ma’am.” the young woman said.

“Thank you,” Xena said politely and received the phone. She picked up the call on its last ring while the designers worked on fitting the ropes of her corset from behind.

“Xena.” Tyler’s voice called out from the other end of the line breathlessly. “Why would you pick the call up and hang up? Are you still mad at me?.”

Xena scoffed. “Isn’t it amazing how you only manage to remember me after one whole week mister? What if I was already dead from our little scheme? You deserted me in the wild to suffer and ran home to a loving shelter.” She accused, her voice starting to rise. The designers continued with their work unconcerned with their client’s screaming.

Tyler held a hand up to his forehead at the other end, helpless at Xena’s exaggeration of the whole matter while his other hand remained on his car’s wheel. “I’m sorry duc