If Bettie inquired about it, Sabrina would attribute it to a takeout order.

Tyrone hesitated momentarily, then lowered the cup.

“My phone is soaked and powered off. Would you mind lending me yours?"

With a graceful gesture, she unlocked her phone and passed it to him.

Tyrone advanced toward her to retrieve the device.

His presence loomed closer, and Sabrina shifted her gaze elsewhere.

Tyrone dialed Kylan's number.

In a matter of seconds, the call connected.

“Hello? Miss Chavez?"

Kylan asked.

Silence met Kylan's inquiry.

"Hello? Hello? Miss Chavez? Is everything all right?" Kylan continued.

Tyrone didn't reply to Kylan.

After roughly ten seconds, Kylan heard a faint female voice from the other end of the phone, "No one answered?"

Kylan found himself in a state of bewilderment. Hadn't he answered the call?

"No," Tyrone responded, his voice clear and assertive, as he held the phone in his grasp.

With this statement, he elegantly swiped his finger across the screen, choosing to terminate the call.

Upon hearing the incessant dial tone on the phone, Kylan stared at the screen, perplexed by the unusual turn of events.

Had he, in fact, heard Tyrone's voice?

In an unexpected realization, Kylan swiftly composed a message to the secretaries, saying, "Do not answer if Miss Chavez calls you!"