VINCI FOODS
Chantelle stared at the food with indignation. As much as she had desired the meal, the interest seemed to have left her after receiving the call, which only added to her long list of misery. The phone vibrated again, jolting her out of her thoughts. She glanced at it and mumbled something unclear under her breath. The caller is quite persistent. Reaching for the phone, she did the one thing she usually wouldn’t do, blocking off the number. With that out of the way, she released a long breath of relief, finally paying attention to the filled plate.
“Do I need to toss that phone into the bin before you return to your food?” Khloe, who had been observing her closely, inquired.
Chantelle huffed, “Don’t mind me. The phone won't be a distraction anymore.”
“So what is the matter
