Erica's POV ;

The phone rang for a while but my father picked it up and I could hear his weak voice on the other end.

“Father?”

“Erica, my daughter, how are you? Could you give me a few minutes?

I listened as his old weary footsteps trudged along the floor.

“Finally, I could tell that he was alone as his voice was a little louder than before.

“Erica? Are you all right? Has anything happened to you?”

The urgency in his voice was frightening but I assured him that I was safe.

“How have the discussions with Dante been? How soon can we get the jewel and put a...