Atlas looked at his watch with his brows furrowed. It was almost 9:00am and Meredith hadn't reported to work yet. Yesterday after their little episode they had pretended like that nothing had happened and went on with their work
Atlas knew she was hiding something, the way her face had turned pale and her breathing had changed while he was talking made him suspicious. What had caused her to have a panic attack?
He couldn't wait to find out, to know all of her secrets. He wanted to investigate her so bad but he felt he was invading on her privacy. When the time was right, he hoped she would trust him enough to tell him.
Sighing he took his phone from his pocket and dialed her number. It rang several times but there was no answer.
Atlas knitted his brows and decided to call her with the new number he got just to communicate with her as Atlas. It rang three times and just as he was about to hung up, she answered, her voice barely audible.
"Good morning, Meredith." He greeted
