Ewan looked at his phone in confusion as he dialed Zack's number for the tenth time, only to be met with the same incessant ringing that led straight to voicemail. Where did the sly old man keep his phone?
Ewan sighed and dialed the number again. When it repeated its former response, he gritted his teeth in annoyance and stuffed the phone into his pocket. If Zack had blocked him, then he would find the latter at his house!
With that thought planted firmly in his mind, he donned his suit jacket, which he had removed earlier when he arrived at the office for work, and strode out of his office.
Sandro, who occupied the next office, seeing the determined look on Ewan's face, abandoned the projects he was working on at his computer, got to his feet, and grabbed his own suit jacket.
"Where to?" He asked Ewan, slipping on the jacket, shutting down his computer afterwards.
"To Zack's house," Ewan tossed back curtly, moving briskly past the office and into the elevator.
