C38 The Script

“What’s going on with this case? Why is it fuming?” Sonya rose from her seat and took some steps backwards from the table as she held her bleeding palm. With one hand, she tried to grab her mobile phone from the table.

She dialed Clayton’s number while her eyes kept staring at the fuming case. She held the call as she heard Clayton was in another call. “Come on, Clay…answer my phone