ZORA—

"Hello, Zayn," I said as soon as I answered the call. My voice was so cold that it was enough to let him know I was not happy with him.

"Hello, baby. What happened? Is there a problem?" He asked inquisitively, trying to soften my mood as he knew he had upset me.

"Are you pretending not to know what you did? Okay, setting that aside, why didn't you pick up my calls?"

He gasped and asked, "When? Oh, that must have been when I was in a meeting with some of our collaborators."

"I'm really sorry," he added, sighing.

"It's okay. Actually, I wanted to ask about your...