"I am sure Kathrine must be as shocked as I was. Maybe even more. But why has she not called me yet?"
Anna stared at her phone as though sheer willpower could make it ring. She had placed it on the table in front of her, screen facing up, volume at maximum. It had officially become the most important object in the room.
She had never intended to hide the recording from Kathrine. The moment she received it, she had forwarded it. Transparency, she believed, built trust.
But now the silence was testing her patience.
Daniel, seated behind his study desk, glanced at his wife and shook his head with quiet amusement.
He had decided to work from home that day. Anna, who was on a rare day off and already bored out of her mind, had insisted on accompanying him to his study. According to her, watching him work was "less boring than staring at walls."
