Chapter Ninety Five: The Family Retreat

Trevor I glanced at my phone upon its vibration, and a frown creased my forehead. "Why is he calling me?" I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with any of them. I had had enough of allowing my family to bring down my morale with their incisive remarks. The call came in again. "You want to pick that?" Davies glanced over the material we were discussing about, pointing a finger at my persistently ringing phone. It was going to the fourth time that the call had been coming in. "Will he just give up?" I gritted the words out through clenched teeth, hitting a fisted palm on the table. Common courtesy demanded that if you called a person twice, and they didn't pick up, fucking give up. Call later! I didn't want to pick up the calls, even if he called later. I wouldn't answer the phone. "Is it an annoying client or acquaintance?" Davies inquired. "Acquaintance," I replied. "Why?" "I was thinking, maybe, I could answer the calls on your behalf. The person might be calling for