Master Of The Opera, Act 1: Passionate Overture - Plot & Excerpts
Christy sat at her tiny desk and pulled her cell phone out of the drawer. There was simply no point in taking it below the top level, since she had to turn it off anyway so it wouldn’t drain the battery searching for a network connection. Bad news. Work emergency and have to cancel tonight. She hesitated over adding the unhappy face, hoping it didn’t look too young. But she didn’t want Roman thinking she was blowing him off. Hopefully he’d answer soon. Having Carla find her here texting wouldn’t go over well. Maybe she should just call him. That might be weird, though, because they hadn’t done phone calls yet. What if he was in a meeting or something? No, she’d wait a few minutes. If he didn’t answer, she’d send something else. While she waited, she opened the BNoD to the stupid Mozart index and recorded the locations of all Mozart-related, flute-type objects. Maybe it wouldn’t take long and she’d find it right away. The masked man hadn’t bothered her all day. It could be he’d leave her alone now.
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