Kate’s POV
My phone was buzzing. I tapped the decline button. But it buzzed again. It’s my Mom. I kept declining it. And she called over and over again. Jesus! What the hell would be desperately urgent?
“Mom! I’m in a meeting! Can we talk later?!”
“Hmmmmm!” I heard some struggling voices coming from the phone. It worried me. I mouthed “excuse me” to my colleagues and sneaked out of the meeting room.
“Mom? Are you there? Anything wrong?”
“Hmmm..He…!” Was she trying to say help?
“Mom. I can’t hear you. Where are you?” I was getting scared.
“Kate! ” She gasped out a big breath. It sounded like someone was tearing off the tape on her mouth. So she finally could talk. Her phone was snatched away. Instead, someone with a voice changer continued talking,
“Miss Wilson, Mr. and Mr
