Fifteen missed calls

Chapter 12

Caitlyn lay on her bed with her phone in her hand and directly facing her face. She watched as Martin's call came in until it stopped. She did the same thing the second time he called.

She had thought he would call again, but to her utmost disappointment, he didn't. She sat up and crossed her legs against each other.

"Really? You won't call after twice? I freaking called you fifteen times!" She grumbled. "Argh!" She yelled and ruffled her hair.

She dropped her phone and supported her jaw with both her palms, her gaze fixated on her wardrobe which stood directly opposite her bed.

Suddenly, her phone rang again. She hastily yanked it from where it lay. "Mr. Bernard," The caller ID read and her face fell. Her back was slightly curved as she slumped back to her position.

She lazily swiped right to answer the call and placed the phone close to her right ear. "Good day, sir."

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"Is she suddenly too busy to answer after calling fifteen times?" Martin mouthed to himself and chu