After what seemed like an eternity, the distinct sound of glass breaking pierced the air.
Jemma wasted no time and made the call. The phone rang persistently, stirring fears that Jarrod might not pick up.
Jemma had called Jarrods personal number. Although securing it hadnt been difficult for Jemma, there was always the chance Jarrod might be away from his phone or dismiss calls from unknown numbers.
Likely, he wouldnt recognize her number.
As the phone continued to ring, Jemmas patience thinned, and she considered driving over herself.
At last, the Line connected.
Hello, who is this? The voice on the other end was deep and resonant.
A wave of relief washed over Jemma. It wasnt the irksome Alec on the line. It was Jarrod himself. Thank goodness.
Mr. Schultz, its Jemma Acosta from Kingbel Club, Jemma introduced herself.
Jarrod responded with a languid tone, clearly relaxed, Yes?
Im sorry to disturb you at this hour, Mr. Schultz. Heres the situation
Jemma hesitated before continuing, This evening, Miss Doreen Schultz and Miss Vicki
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Jarrods response was dismissive, his voice deep and unbothered.
Theyre just having fun. Let them be.
But Jemma paused again, unsure how to continue.
Impatient, Jarrod urged, If theres more, say it now.
They had requested Nicole to serve them. Its been a long time, and she hasnt come out yet, Jemma added.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Jemma couldnt gauge Jarrods thoughts, The silence was total.
Jemma pressed on, Usually, it wouldnt worry me, but with the inspections these past few days, Im concerned. What if Miss Schultz gets too carried away and the inspectors show up? Could that not lead to trouble?
Still, no response came, not even the sound of breathing. For a moment, Jemma wondered if Jarrod had hung up. She ventured cautiously, Mr. Schultz, should we
Yet, the Line went dead.
Jemma stood there, bewildered. What did this mean? Was Jarrod on his way? She considered calling back but remembered Nicoles strict instruction that one call only, regardless of the outcome.
Resisting the urge to dial again, Jemmas anxiety mounted. She decided to wait at the clubs entrance.
Time dragged on, and as Jemma was about to give herself a twenty-minute ultimatum to intervene, a black stretch Limousine sped toward her, arriving in just ten minutes.