I felt a shiver run down my spine as the voice on the other end of the line spoke. "You don't recognize my voice?" it said, the tone cold and detached.
I took a deep breath and said, "Ace."
There was a pause, and then the voice said, "Yes."
I felt a surge of anger and frustration. "What do you want? Why are you calling me?" I demanded.
There was silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought the call had dropped. But then Ace spoke up, "I need you."
I was taken aback. "So you're the one who's been calling me with an unknown number, making me feel creepy?" I asked, trying to keep my tone even.
"No," Ace said. "This is the first time I'm calling with an unknown number."
I was confused. "Are you fine? What unknown number are you talking about?" Ace asked, his voice laced with concern.
I scoffed. "That's none of your business. Why are you calling me?"
Ace's tone changed, and he said, "I want you to accompany me somewhere during the weekend. Are you available?"
