The sound of Calhoun’s phone ringing filled the air and he had to reluctantly break away from Ariana’s shoulder to pick up the call. It was his grandfather's calling. He took the phone and went to sit on his chair while Ariana went to return to her own office, but Calhoun stopped her.
“Where are you going?” he asked her with the phone still in his hands.
“Take your call. I’ll be back,” she whispered, and he nodded.
He checked the phone’s screen and saw that it was his grandfather calling. He hesitated but then he knew that he couldn’t run from whatever it was for too long. The sooner he faced it, the better it was for everyone.
“Yes, grandfather,” he replied.
“Calhoun, how are you, my boy?” His grandfather asked. Though he concealed his intuitiveness well enough in that question. Calh
