114. My father

114.

Vera's POV.

Gosh! I thought today would be a normal day but no. It's far from normal.

All the time I was at the company, practicing, I kept on receiving strange calls from a restricted number.

I wonder who that could be. Whenever I pick up the call, the person on the other side will not speak, making the silence stretch and echo in my ears.

I felt scared. Of course, my assistant noticed it too.

"What's wrong, Vera?" He had asked.

"Nothing, Connor. I just don't know who the heck has been calling me." I told him.

Connor tried to check the number but, literally, he couldn't reach it.

"Don't bother about it. I think it's a wrong number or something." I feigned indifference, clasping the phone from him.

Or something…that's what my mind kept telling me. But what in Hell's name could that 'something' be?

Suddenly, I regretted not coming here today with Brown. I sneaked out when I figured Andrei was with David.

So I drove here by myself.

Now, I guess I'm wrong.

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