"Hello." Zachary Fairchild's magnetic voice came through the phone.
Wayne Quinn paused.
"Who is this? Isn't this Olivia Wynne's phone?"
"It's Olivia's. Are you calling for her?" Zachary Fairchild asked, his voice low.
'A man answering a woman's phone… Their relationship couldn't be ordinary, no matter how you spun it.'
Wayne Quinn took a deep breath, trying not to get angry. He said to Zachary Fairchild, "Yes, I do. Please tell her it's Wayne Quinn, and put her on."
Although Wayne Quinn told himself to stay calm, he couldn't quite keep the irritation out of his voice.
Who was Zachary Fairchild? He had been put on a pedestal by his friends as a child and fawned over by everyone else as an adult. Hardly anyone had ever dared to give him attitude.
Upon hearing Wayne Quinn's words, his own voice turned icy.
"Olivia is busy. You can tell me whatever it is."
'Olivia's manager… Does he always speak to her in this tone?'
