(Ayra's POV)
My body tensed as I kept on staring at the phone still vibrating beside me.
My heart pounded against my ribs as I tried to think of my next course of action.
Kyle was watching me. His gaze wasn't openly suspicious, but I could feel it in the way his eyes lingered, his interest piqued by the sudden call.
My breath hitched.
If I ignored it, he'd know something was off. Darius wasn't the type to call without reason, and Kyle knew that.
But if I answered, I had to be careful. One wrong word and Kyle would sense that something was amiss.
My mind raced. I had to take the call—there was no other option.
But I had to keep it professional. I reached for the phone slowly, willing my hands not to tremble.
I cleared my throat and pressed the answer button. "Hello, Mr. Williams." My voice was cool and professional.
There was a brief pause on the other end, then Darius spoke, his voice smooth yet laced with curiosity.
