The call instantly disconnected leaving Deborah in confusion and panic. She hurriedly went to the phone gallery and opened the only video store on the phone.
When Deborah pressed play on the video, an image of her husband wearing some sort of safety helmet and jacket while talking to his friend and a fellow investor came to live.
They seemed to be deliberating on a rock-like lustrous sample when some approached them.
This person, who seemed to be the one recording this video was hidden away from the camera lens. He said something about Mr Anderson taking over their shares and investments.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a loud sound closely followed by a flash of light ended the video recording.
Deborah impulsively let go of the phone, her body frozen and her breath hitched. Her dilated pupil followed the phone in slow motion as it fell on the cobblestone pathway, with a slight cracking thud.
"Victor!" A drop of tear slipped out of Deborah's moist eye.
