Rafael’s POV

I listened to the busy tone repeatedly played on my phone as I was laying on the big lather sofa in my office. I made three consecutive calls and all of them were rejected. I let out a ragged breath filled with rage. As for the seventh call I failed to get through. The tenth call, the eleventh call, the twelfth call. Every time I made a call I hear the disconnected tone.

I gritted my teeth and hissed, “Why her phone is busy all this time?”

Jack, my personal assistant, and Norm, my secretary, exchanged looks. They were discussing some details about the upcoming deal and when...