042: The Trap

“What’s up, Astor?” Susan’s voice came through the phone, smooth and almost playful.

Astor leaned back in his chair, a pen twirling between his fingers. “Yes, Susan . What do you have to say?” His tone was cool and distant, as if he were barely tolerating the call.

Susan pouted, though he couldn’t see her expression. “You shouldn’t be so impolite to me, Astor. At least try to be nice,” she said, her voice carrying a teasing lilt.

Astor sighed. “Get to the point, Susan . I don’t have all day.”

Susan bit her lip, holding back the irritation that threatened to creep into her voice. She...