(Author's POV)
"Yes, Dad. Ohh~ …. I am with Fabian. Yelena said that? Ohh~ yeah~ …. Yes~ ... I came to discuss that. Yups~ …... ummhmm~ …. We are done with our talk. I was just on my way. Will be there in five minutes," saying this, she hung up William's call.
"My dad called. He is urging me to come home. I need to hurry up," Myra got up from the couch as she walked towards the entrance.
"It's dark out there. Let me send you home," Fabian offered as he got up from the sofa, but she politely declined. Shaking her head, she said, "You don't need to. My place is just a block away. And~ .... Tomorrow is a big day for you. Rest early and~ .... good luck. I am rooting for you." Changing into her shoes, she said her goodbyes and walked off, not giving him any chance to reply.
