"Hello? Who's this?"
Luca spoke into the microphone for the third time after still getting no response. What followed were some shuffling sounds and soft cracks before what seemed like someone finally grabbing the phone.
Foresighted curiosity wreathed Luca, but it was nothing like he expected. What flowed through the receiver was the sweet voice of a young lady.
"Sorry for the holdup. Please, am I speaking to Mr. Luca Rennick?"
Luca didn't know if it was right to tell a stranger they had the correct number, even if the voice sounded harmless and pleasant. He was a public figure, after all, and one slip could lead to a mess. It might have been a genuine call, but it could just as easily be something else. He wondered how the person had gotten his personal number.
So instead of confirming, he sidestepped the question.
"Is there an issue here?"
