Jayden’s POV
“Anna…”
I groan, sweeping through my call logs with my eyes pressed to my phone’s screen.
“Where are you?” It's a rhetorical question, but I so much wish that there's an answer to it.
It's over two weeks since Celine used my phone to contact her friend, and I'm not so sure what to look out for, or what to dial.
Sterling for a random number, I click the dial button, eagerly waiting for the person to pick up. I have a knack for not saving people’s numbers. I guess this is the day of reckoning.
“Hey, sir?”
"Uhh..." It's a man’s voice. "Do you know Anna, is this her phone?”
"No, boss."
It's certain he knows me and even saved my details as the same person would.
"Okay,” I itch the side of my eyes. "Have a good day.”
I drop the call, going through my history onc
