Oriana frowned slightly. The call was from Harlan Bexley!
What could he possibly want at this hour? After a moment's hesitation, Oriana answered the call.
Harlan's voice sounded completely exhausted, "Oriana, where are you? There's something I need to ask you."
"I'm outside, but I can talk now," Oriana responded immediately.
"I'm getting on in years, and when something's on my mind, I just can't sleep well. I just can't shake this uneasy feeling."
He paused, "When I can't sleep, I just need someone to talk to. Oriana, could you come home for a chat?"
"Alright, I'll be right over," Oriana replied.
"You're not coming over to my place tonight?" Cressida asked. "You promised to tell me everything about the past three years. Don't forget it!"
"I'll tell you next time. First, take me to
