Chapter eleven

He was typing at a speed that would have qualified him for the position of the transcriber. He wouldn't know it, but he had been in that same chair, tucked behind the too-large table of his office for close to two hours.

He had started out reading through files his secretary had brought, then gone online to make findings before he started writing.

His phone vibrated before the screen breathed life. Only two people were ever allowed to call him during this time of the day — only these two had their contacts saved in the phone's registry — and the name of one of them stood indignantly on the phone's screen, daring him not to answer.

Naturally, he would have ignored the call but had made the error of placing the phone too close and the name stared right at him when he glanced over it. He answered.

“Àna. I'm busy at the moment"

It took a moment of listening to muffled voices before he heard a voice respond clearly. “Hello? Mr. Robinson? Hi, it's Madeline. I'm extremely sorry for calling y