He went mute. Guess he wasn't expecting to hear my voice.
I had to check the screen to make sure the call hadn't ended. "Please don't tell me you're waiting for a translator to interpret plain English. Tell your security to let me through the damn gate, Marshall."
His response came two seconds later. "And how do you expect me to do that when I'm not talking with him?"
I squeezed the phone so hard I wished it were his skull. I yanked it from my ear and stabbed the speaker. "Well, he can hear you now. So, let out the royal command."
"Ken," he called, his voice coming off lazy.
"Sir."
"Let her through. And if she's still listening, she should be informed to wait right outside the door until it's opened for her."
Before I could spit a comeback, he hung up. Seriously? Dishing such orders
