Cring! Cring! Cring!
Naomi's phone kept voicing like it was calling its owner by the name to pick it up.
“Who's bugging me at this time of the day?!” she shrugged, sluggishly sending her arm to reach the crying gadget beside her where she was relaxing after a tedious annoying floor scrubbing session she never was prepared for.
When she brought it to her face, her face fell. She slid the green indicator up and the call connected.
“Hello..” silence stretched.
“Nao–mi. I have caused you enough and I am not even asking you to forgive…”
“Can you catch this crab, Mrs. Laurent?” Naomi cut in. Sharp. Cold and edgy. She buried her forehead into her palms and let out a heavy, lifeless sigh that came forth without a sound.
“What do you want from me this time?” she pauses, expecting no answer a
