Have a Drink with Death

The phone continued to ring, but the other end wouldn’t answer it for the third time. Gryphon had grown tired of dialing the number that wouldn’t pick up. He declined the call from the landline and just told the receptionist to pass on the message. However, it didn’t seem like Roxanne would have it any other way. He was only left to stare at the failed call screen before letting it close to show the home screen.

Ding, the vacant phone screen with Andrea’s face as wallpaper was marred with a message notification. It came from the concierge, saying that his package had arrived.

“…screw it. If she doesn’t want my terms, then we won’t play a game.” Gryphon hissed as he finally pocketed his phone. He excused himself from the room in the guise of picking up a package from the reception, so he just made the concie