Assistant Quinn's throat tightened. His heart dropped to his stomach as he stared at the screen lighting up on her phone.
Ring…
Ring…
"He's not picking up," Lilith said, her voice cold, eyes unreadable.
"Oh—Miss Lilith! Don't worry," Quinn said quickly, forcing a smile of relief. "He must be very busy with a meeting or… or something important…"
He chuckled nervously and added, "Why don't you give me those documents? You can send me digital copies too, I'll make sure Sir signs them as soon as he's free."
Lilith stared at him for a second longer before nodding. "Alright."
Without another word, she walked back to her desk.
But her mind was far from calm.
Something was off.
Very off.
And her Human doll who never ignored her calls before was now suddenly unreachable?
Something was terribly wrong.
***
Lunch hour.
