THE MOORE’S EMPIRE
Bryson's eyes were rolled up in their sockets as he struggled to listen to Chantelle’s whine on the other end of the phone. “So what exactly are you driving at? I came to visit you a few days ago. Why do I need to be around again?” he questioned.
“Because I need to talk to you.” She replied on the other end, sounding on the verge of tears.
“Don’t use that tone with me. Say whatever you need on the phone, or ask for help by calling me. Why are you calling like we are buddies?”
The phone table rang loudly. He muted Chantelle and answered the call. “Linda, what is it?”
“Sir, someone here doesn’t have an appointment and….. ma’am?” she called out hurriedly.
“What the—“ He didn’t get to finish his words when a bright-faced Mercida strolled into the office, grinning shee
