An Effect of Old
"What in the hell!" Matthew exclaimed, the surprise on his face still eminent. What he read still hadn't registered that much in his mind. He glanced back at his phone before looking up again. "How did that happen? I mean, when?"
"You might need to keep your voice down a bit. Megan could hear you," Ryan said in a whisper to caution him, bending a bit to pass the message.
"Did any of you call my name?"
He looked up to meet the demanding gaze of his female assistant and with a shrewd smile, he shook his head in a decline. Megan in return shrugged and turned her attention back to her desktop.
Matthew tore his gaze away from Ryan's and began typing into his phone. A beep resounded in some seconds after from Ryan's phone and he read the content.
``Just tell me the d*mn thing, will you?``
He typed a reply to his inquisitive friend: