Chapter 50.

Amora stared at the computer screen with sharp eyes before her fingers finally pressed the shutdown button. The blue light that had illuminated her face slowly faded, leaving faint shadows across the room lit only by a desk lamp. Without a second thought, she grabbed her phone and opened a contact named Vicktor Caldwell. Her heart pounded fast, but a sly smile had already curled on her lips.

The dial tone rang several times before the deep voice of a man finally answered.

“Hello, Elisha.” His voice was calm, though tinged with uncertainty, as if he was still unsure whether this call was real.

“Good evening, Vick,” Amora greeted softly.

“Are you no longer mad at me, El?” Vicktor asked cautiously. “You haven’t answered my calls or messages these past few days.”

Amora took a slow breath, trying to sound fragile. “Mad? I’m not mad at you, Vick,” she whispered.

Vicktor was silent for a moment. There was a note of relief in his exhale. “Thank goodness. I thought you were still upset.”

“No,