Ezekiel stared at his phone and the number displayed on it unable to decide whether he should call or not. The phone suddenly started ringing with the same number that he had been staring at calling him and cursed under his breath.
"Ezekiel," she spoke before he could say anything. This was a call he was still not sure he wanted to make but nature had decided for him.
"Where are you, Diana?" He asked. Perhaps it was better to have the conversation face-to-face.
"What sort of question is that? Where else would I be at this time if not the fashion house?" Diana asked. He should know already and not ask her questions that would annoy her. "You have made me forget why I called you."
"I am sorry I made you forget," he said and stood up to leave his office. He couldn't work because his mind was not there. It is everywhere except for the work he should be doing and he wanted to put an end to it. "Do you mind if I take you to someplace?" he asked.
