“Joyce, it’s about time you got here” Amanda said, opening the front door.
“I couldn’t get here any sooner. Oscar was interrogating me, by asking where you had gone. I told him I didn’t know”, Joyce answered, coming in and sitting on the couch. “Here’s your laptop and phone”, she continued, handing them over to Amanda.
“He sounded pissed”, Amanda said, scanning the 42 missed messages that were sent in the last 20 minutes. “And he knows you took my phone.”
“He wouldn’t leave me alone for the last two hours of the day. I couldn’t even go to the toilet. He has no problems walking into the women’s bathroom”, Joyce spat as Amanda covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“That much I do know,” she giggled, glancing at her phone again. “I should text him.”
“Yes, you should. I’ve told Rami I’m mo
