"I mean exactly what I said, Anna," Arwen said, before leaning to the other side to switch off the bedside lamp.
But before she could actually do it, Gianna grabbed her arm and pulled her back to her.
"You mean to say that you are not going to New York?" she asked, her voice edged with slight suspicion. "Why? You didn't get the ticket?"
Arwen pursed her lips. "How can I not get the tickets, Anna? What do you think of me?"
"Then why aren't you going?" she asked, not understanding it at all.
Previously, she had seen Arwen being stubborn. And when Arwen becomes stubborn, it's hard to make her give up any idea she has considered.
So, why suddenly there was a change in mood?
"Because there is no need for me to go there. Besides, I have a lot of things to attend here. The annual event is around the corner. If I move even an inch, everything will get delayed. Being the Vice President, how can I be so irresponsible and not consider my people's hard work."
Gianna no longer knew how to react. She raised her finger at Arwen and opened her mouth to vent, but no words came to her aid. She was speechless to the core.
Did she not think all this while asking her secretary to book her a flight earlier?
Why was she only considering it now?
The next day, Arwen woke up as usual. Completing her daily routine and early practice, she had just walked back into her room when she heard her phone ringing.
Her brows furrowed a little when she noticed the time on her watch. It was still very early for her to receive any call.
Checking, she found it, it was another unknown number calling her. Moving the icon to take it, she answered, "Hello, may I know who is this calling?"
"Good morning, Ms. Quinn," the lady from the other end greeted. "I am Officer Jena calling from CIB. Sorry to bother you this early. I just wanted to confirm if you will be able to visit us at 11 a.m. today."
Arwen checked the clock on the call. It was showing a sharp 8 at the moment.
"11 a.m. today won't be possible," she said, continuing, "Will be fine if I reach there somewhere after quarter past 11?"
"Oh, that won't be a problem," the lady officer responded almost immediately. "I will let Officer Davis know that you will be arriving during that time."
"Thank you, Officer Jena."
With that, Arwen hung up the call.
And just when she did, Gianna's voice came from the door.
"Officer Jena?" she repeated the name before asking, "Who is she?"
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