Chaos BeginsThey were wide awake way before the phone rang the next day, though they lay in bed until it went off, staring at the swaying of the small chandelier. Light poured in and reflected off its crystals, making it look like a disco light. The light slowly heated the room, so Bicepa kicked off her woollen blanket.
At the familiar TRING-TRING of the phone, Bicepa jumped to her feet. She wasn’t sure how she was feeling – grumpy or excited.
When they reached the head’s office, she had her back turned to them and was whispering something into the phone.
“Ma’am?” Bicepa spluttered.
Immediately alerted, she almost dropped the phone when she turned around and stammered, “I’m on an important call.” She let out a nervous chuckle, before gesturing them to go away and close the door on thei
