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I watch as Dyer leaves the room to answer the call, and I am unsettled by his abrupt departure.

He also didn't look happy to see who was calling. Scratch that, he was pure irritation on his face when he picked up the call.

I want to ponder who it might be, but I decide to rest my thoughts and just ask him myself when he comes back in.

I wait for seconds, and seconds turn to minutes, and minutes turn to hours with still no sign of Dyer.

Sitting up, I get worried. Unable to sit in ...