Wendy's POV

As soon as George answered my call, I could tell something was wrong on the other end. He was breathing slowly, carefully - not calm, but like he was about to blow up. I tried to sound cheerful and friendly, acting like I didn't notice how angry he was and how hard he was trying not to lose his temper.

“Hello.” I said to him, trying to sound friendly even though he couldn't see me. “I was hoping to run into you.”

His response was brief, almost rude. “Wendy.”

No introductions. No small talk. Him using my first name said a lot - it was friendly and mean...