Blaze gritted his teeth as he swiped the receive button and raised the phone to his right ear while giving Amelia a pleading signal to hold on.
"Okay," Amelia responded nonverbally while assessing her husband intently.
She noticed that his tie was gone, tossed recklessly on the floor by the side of his desk. She observed the way his sleek and smooth hair was looking ruffled as if he was trying to comb out dandruff with his finger.
Amelia also observed that the first three buttons of his shirt were undone as if he was suffocating in the well-ventilated office.
But most importantly, what made her shiver the most were the fragments of a broken vase which were neatly shoved under the mahogany desk.
Hiding his trembling left hand in his pocket, Blaze spoke into the phone while moving away from Amelia to limit what she would hear.
