Jonathan's POV
I switched my phone to block all business contacts. The risk of exposing my deception through a careless mistake was too dangerous now.
Only Ethel's number remained active, disguised as my escort agency contact. Through her, I maintained my business meetings, communicated with my team, and handled any corporate emergencies that surfaced.
Each time my phone buzzed, I stepped away from Savannah, claiming legal complications with my escort contract regarding health benefits. She would nod without suspicion, never questioning my need for privacy during these calls.
Today shattered that routine.
The phone vibrated with an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen. Fortunately, Savannah was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, calling out casually that someone was trying to reach me without bothering to check who was calling.
