The large suitcase slammed heavily onto the floor with a dull thud, rattling the entire room. From downstairs, Linda's sharp voice immediately rang out, yelling up at him,
"Morrison, what's wrong with you tonight?"
Morrison took two long drags from his cigarette before his nerves finally settled. Then, he pulled out his phone and dialed Lilian's number.
Meanwhile, back at the Mos residence, Lilian had returned to the sofa with Karl, resuming polite conversation with Madam Mos and Lord Mo. Suddenly, her phone buzzed loudly on the side table.
Seeing the caller ID, Lilian nearly jumped out of her skin. Hastily, she grabbed the phone and shielded the screen from view. She gave a quick smile to Madam Mos and Lord Mo, apologizing softly,
"Sorry, I need to take this."
She stood up and walked away, careful to keep the call private.
