The voice on the other end of the phone paused briefly as though weighing the vice and words.
Davis wouldn't doubt he was surprised to hear from him, and possibly, he might have checked his phone again to admit the contact was from him, but the situation at hand doesn't give him the privilege of formality or the opportunity of a trip down memory lane.
Noticing the pause stretching longer than necessary, Davis parted his lips to issue a stream of instructions—only to be cut off as the man on the line launched into a flurry of questions.
"Allen Davis? Is that really you?"
"Did you say 'suite'? Wait—are you in my hotel?"
"Which one exactly?"
"What's going on that needs my manager's attention?"
"Should I come over, or will you be alright?"
Davis sighed, rubbing the tension from his temples before responding coldly, "Grand Duke Hotels.".
"Frank, is there a problem?" he asked, his voice sharp.
