Chapter One Hundred-Twenty Eight

The beep signaling that Roth’s phone was receiving the call went on for a while before the robotic voice of the operator informed Tristan that Roth had refused to pick up his call.

It could be an emergency, he must be busy, Tristan tried to give himself explanations, even though he could feel the sinking feeling in his stomach. Roth having left without an explanation after last night was not a good sign.

He was about to dial Roth’s number again when his screen was blocked by an incoming call from Eleanor. He was not in a mood to talk to anyone right then until he heard from Roth but he had accidentally picked up Eleanor’s call while trying to dial Roth.

Rolling his eyes, he turned on the speaker and tried to maintain a cheery voice, “Hello Eleanor, how are you?”

“Are you crazy? How I am? How are YOU?” Eleanor’s shrill voice boomed in the room, hitting Tristan’s auditory nerves as he maintained a bored expression, waiting for her to be done so he could call Roth, “Yeah, I am okay. W