For the hundredth time that midnight, Celeste Arden dialed her son’s number. She stood near the window of her penthouse staring outside. The phone rang once, then twice. Then finally a voice answered. It wasn't Reuben though "Good evening, Ms. Arden,” Eli’s voice came through the phone. Celeste’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Put my fucking son on the phone.” “I’m afraid Mr. Blackwood is unavailable.” Her grip tightened around the glass. “Unavailable? For his mother?” “I will inform him that you called.” “That is not what I said,” Celeste snapped. “I said put him on the phone.” There was a brief pause on the line. “Mr. Blackwood has made it very clear that all business and personal communications are to go through his office. If there is a message you would like delivered, I would be happy to...” Celeste didn’t let him finish.“You insolent little bitch” she hissed. “Do you know who you are talking to?” “Yes, Mrs. Arden,” Eli replied calmly..”However, Mr. Blackwood
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